The Calling: A Poem

 The mountains are calling and I must go

Where breeze and brooke whisper of things I ought to know

Oh to be once more a humble champion upon a great peak of snow

Shredded to my core as the wild winds blow

I see clearly within myself just as the vast terrain below

Striding amidst such trees magnificent and unknown I again will grow

Forgotten is society and all of its trivial woes

The mountains are calling and I must go