The Mountains

by Coran Kerr

I see the mountains far away,
They’re beckoning to me,
To sit beneath the great pine,
And lie beside the stream.
To hear the waters laughter,
And dance with the playful wind.
At night to hear the crickets chirp,
And see the stars that gleam.
So when the mountains beckon,
I run with a diligent speed,
To go home where the mountains are calling,
A happy place for me.