Day 3- Fourteeners

It might technically be day 4 now that it’s 12:07am, but I don’t care!  I strayed from the original prompt today, which was to write a fourteener, which has fourteen syllables per line.  Instead, since it’s past midnight, I thought I’d be clever and write a poem about the fourteeners I live near- mountains.

I’ve never hiked one before
All fourteen thousand feet
But I’ve seen the photos
The ground so far below
The sky so blue overhead  
Birds calling overhead
Maybe the sound of a creek nearby
Snow seen on top during winter
Rock scrambles during summer
Wind whipping from the top      
Tugging at the packs on your back…

I have never climbed one before
All fourteen thousand feet
But someday, I will reach the top

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