Mountains
The jagged edges
Of the mountains
Stand sharp against the sky
 
They seem so clean cut
As the light of the moon
Showers over them
 
High above
Sparkle the stars
As they dance
 
Their patterns
Never changing
As they pass across the sky
 
Watching them
As if to guard
Stands the moon
 
Bright and full
Its white light
Shines on the earth
 
The waters of a lake
Glistens in the light
As ripples flow
 
-Kendra Erickson-
5-29-98
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