A Mountain Journey

I came to you through the mountains.
I saw peaks robed with snow
Every moment I saw a new vista.
The clouds parted to reveal the sun.

I approached your lake below the glacier.
I saw a silver, mirrored surface.
Wild birds of prey searched for fish.
As I watched them fly, I felt true freedom.

W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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