The Mountains


The Mountains

The Mountains, all jagged and steep.

Take a wrong step and fall into the deep.

The Mountains, all covered in snow.

When you ski down, you know.

The Mountains, a harsh place to live.

You fight for each breath as you stare off the cliff.



Max Rosenbach, 11
 
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Ms. Gormly

VT

YWP Instructor

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