Poem of the Month by Gary Smith

Stillness, seldom felt nor found
True peace and quiet cannot be bought.
Nowhere to think in frenzied towns,
We charge around hurried, fraught.
Oh, but there is escape,
A haven there, with scarce a sound.
A paradise among the clouds,
A sanctuary high above the ground.
A mountain track will take you there,
To a place where eagles fly.
Immerse yourself in solitude,
Go where mountains kiss the sky.

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