I walk to let my spirit dwell
Where fairest bracken clothes the fell,
To breath an air of beauty so
My soul my rise to skyward glow.
And on the lower bounds of hills
An air profound with patience fills
So scattered stones may lie with thought
And empty worries roll to nought.
And soon my heart may find its beam
With freshness from the mountain stream,
And notions may in grace unfurl
And swirl to life as words uncurl.
The higher up the craggy heights
A wind of wisdom firmly bites
Each tread a deep philosophy
Where mind may still and simply be.
The gentle green where freedom blows,
The mountain top that brings repose-
Each frond and green and stone and brook
Are poems rising look by look.
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