The mountain comes into view,
As I drive across the river bridge.
A drive I’d love to take today.
To me, a majestic outline, though
Small in comparison to other mountains
Barely high enough to garner the name
Hiking to its peak as a child was
Like standing on top of the world
Peering out over tops of trees
Roads, cars, and houses below
Appearing as toys in a tiny
Land of make-believe
Was home really as small as it appeared?
Time for exploring always
Ended too quickly-never enough
Time to stand on the edge.
But laughter followed as we
Made our way down the steep trail
Into the green valley below
The world again at eye-level
My head forever in the clouds
Piano Girl 
Lovely!
Lilli Ann Carey Managing Broker, GRI, ABR Coldwell Banker/Danforth 206-718-1858 lilli@att.net 26 years of satisfied clients
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Lovely. There’s a beautiful sense of poignancy in this piece.
Isn’t it fascinating how in adulthood what appeared so big or far as a child is not really so?
And yes, never too old to feel homesick.
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Thank you, Louise. ☺️
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Beautiful 💚 I lived East of Little Rock for two years. I’d stay in my camper at Maumelle Park on the river and go hike Pinnacle. Two Bridges, and so many other places, were my places of peace. Anything along the Buffalo River also is my home away from home. You wrote so beautifully of your homesickness. ❣️
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Thank you ☺️ It was a beautiful place to grow up. ❤️
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You’re welcome ❤️ if you’re ever near the Branson, MO area let me know. Happy New Year my friend!
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Happy New Year!
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Lovely lines!
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Thank you!
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