Aging Mountains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Aging Mountains



Mountains aging right before our eyes, as we gaze and see their
balding rock hard heads, sitting atop a myriad of steep and
falling cliffs.

Upon their faces, sits stubble of centuries, pockmarked and
haggard from standing at attention all these years without
ever having a single day of vacation.

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