mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (10/31/83)
Mountain Call 10/31/83 I hear the call of mountain lands Waterfalls to cleanze my tired spirit Crisp mountian air fills my lungs The smell of pine and leaves perfums the air I hear a bird call clear and sweet Calling to it mate, for romance Tiny feet scurry for cover as I walk by A rabbit freezes, thinking I do not see it. The cool forest canopy creates a living tunnel That darkens this untouched world No man has walked here before, I know The fawn is unafraid as I pet it. Creatures accept me as a fellow beast Which is good, and I am rested. Mary Hauck