Whispering winds

Bag slung on my shoulder
I stand on this here boulder
Feeling humble in bearing
Although breathing free
This air that's rustling
Blowing leaves through trees
In this land of lonesome mountains
This valley of whispering wind
The spirit is kindered
And the mind turns within
And here the body is cooled
By the cold mountain streams
One's senses thus pooled
To balance reality and dream
And see the stars appear,zillions hanging so low
Had I a stout strong stick,I would knock some here below
And so I take my bed roll and slide up to sleep
Realizing down deep
This land's got a hold on my soul

Reviews

[Dushyant Thadani]

A very descriptive and enjoyable piece for anyone to read. It is simple and sweet, with some beautiful scenes enclosed in them. The title is amazing and suits the poem completely. Amazing read. Thank you for posting this poem.