Joanna Garrido

My heart is in the mountains

My heart is in the mountains

My soul is in their midst

My mountains call from splendoured heights.

I hear their song and my heart is lifted to where the red kites soar.

I breath the ancient air of kings and in that moment I am there.

The pleasure that their call invites.

I hear their words and my heart is lifted to where the red stag standing in grandeur breaths the ancient air of kings

In that moment I am there.

My heart is in the mountains

My soul is in their midst

The passion that their call ignites

I hear their cry and my heart is lifted to where they pierce the skies and I breath the ancient air of kings.

In that moment I am there.

 

 

 

 

Comments5

  • Joanna Garrido

    Thanks very much. Will try to.

  • Johnny Lawless

    Excellent poetry!

    I live at the base of Pikes Peak (America's Mountain), and share the emotions you convey in this poem. In my case, I usually don't think about humanity when I'm up there. I wish that I could venture there in my mind like you have so well described.

    • Joanna Garrido

      Thank you. I do love the mountains and hill walking.

    • Claudelle DeLuna

      Excellent &
      Well described!
      Love the mountains eventhough I don't live
      By them but I visit during the summer!
      😊

      • Joanna Garrido

        Hi thank you. I don’t live by them but we go hill walking when we can and I’ve been up a few mountains not mountaineering though just hiking and hillwalking. I love them

      • psychofemale

        reminded me of one of my best friends, her heart is in the mountains, loved this one :)

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good, I was there with you Joanna.



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