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To the west the mountains rise
plateaus and peaks
high above the valleys
and to the south
the ocean beckons
calling the flowing river
to distant horizons.

High on the slopes of inspiration
thoughts and dreams entwine
one with nature and time
and higher still
the gods are watching.

Stout boots, pausing
by a falling stream
filling a cup with the sparkling cascade
fresh from the craggy rocks
thirst quenched,
the climb continues.

Silent trees catch the eye
vibrant green in the summer sun
welcoming the climber’s return
to the mountains he calls home.

 

© JG Farmer 2014

Form: Free Verse

 

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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4 Responses to Home

  1. Rosalind Nazilli says:

    Beautiful..

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