Come an read my verdant mountains
the place Champlain
he named Verd Mont
where eons an eons
of ancestors,
beautifully now
how they still haunt,
Where the ever-greens
that stretch so tall
now blend in with the maple
where come here in the springtime flow the gold it is a staple,
My feet have roamed this earth so long
I know it in my heart
every road I travel down
I know from where I start,
My roots run deep here in these hills,
deeper than those trees can reach,
an deeper than their roots can go,
an I have much I've yet to teach,
About a life of perseverance
holding strong -to make your way,
you can do most anything,
just hear the words I always say,
We are stronger than we think,
we are a deep and endless well,
some where to find
to draw that strength,
to break the ugly haunting spell,
to find the bootstraps
hey i say now don't you dwell,
an I have many roads to go
and stories yet I know to tell,
Come in words -
to Vermont too,
to know this peace I know,
where mountains flow with aquifer,
as crystal waters ever flow,
Find a place where deer can run
and your heart can run there too,
where the sun so brightly shines,
and the skies are
always lovely ever- blue
Put your feet down somewhere nice
in mossy place or earthly loam
take a rest from where you walk,
in waters running,
mountain foam,
Wash your soul an spirit clean,
allow the sky above to share,
an listen to the fragrant breeze,
to how much so-
the leaves they care,
We are one as people here,
all things we are the snowflake- same,
appreciate the rare an "weird"
to not is such an awful shame,
Worn-out dogmas
an inconvenient truths,
to leave behind those old illusions
Learn to embrace your life again,
because without some wrong delusions,
We would never see as we do now-
as all good bad an indifferent things
serve a purpose -
go see
go an be.
Ma Cherie © 2017
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