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Life at the Peaks

You’ve seen me in the valley
On the edge of a fell
A black hanging rock
My face is rough and bleak
My hair is wild heather
My jawline is sharp and rugged
If you stand on my head and look down
It’s a thousand feet drop to the bottom
Grass grows on my chin
The wind has pounded my body over many years
The rain has pelted me very hard
The weather shows me no mercy
Still I sit here petrified
Silent as a stone
Like a survivor

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Thanks Mark for reading and your comment

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You portrayed there, using yourself as an object not everyone can do that, nice work.

I'd rather learn how to fish than to beg for one.

nice comment

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I'm guessing that the portrayal of yourself as a rock, is because you long for that hardness, the sharp and jagged profile is what you want people to see. Unchanging and impervious to the weather of life. Nice images. ~ Geezer.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

went hill walking this year, hanging rock, the landscape must have found its way into my mind and poem yes a personification

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