A Walk on The Mountain

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Rain or shine? Long pants or short?
Under a mostly cloudy sky, we start up,
The wet long grass soon soaks our pants.

Well hidden in deep grass,
Waiting still as mother instructed,
Nearly stepped on,
A spotted fawn bursts from her tiny resting nest,
Startles us, flushes, bounds away.

Wading up the sharp slope coated deep in summer,
The air cools, our breathing deepens.
The summit resolves – we are inside clouds!

Following a misted path along the mountain’s shoulder,
Orange salamanders litter our descent.
A thick heavy drop, then two, then ten, then more!
Thoroughly wet, we make our way to the valley.
Thoroughly happy, we make our way to the valley.

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