Mountains
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William Clutterbuck, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2021
Some mountains stand tall,
Solitary and alone,
Unfazed by the breeze,
Built on sturdy bone.
Some lie low,
Caressed by friends,
Their rumps gashed by rivers,
Where the suburbs end.
Others reach to the sky,
Smothered in snow,
Way up high,
Where the hikers wish to go.
My mountain stands tall,
Leaping across the plains,
Worn by time,
Coot-tha is her name.