When I Went To the Mountains.

When I Went To the Mountains

That night, I went camping under the stars

On top of a mountain.

It was breathtakingly beautiful and the air was so

Fresh and clean. 

I had brought my canteen and my backpack

Full of goodies, including a flash light and a small

Tent.

I packed everything the night before.

I had worn my extra pants and a wool sweater,

My hands were clad in gloves.

This is the first time in months that I had gone

Anywhere. 

I would like my life to be full of purpose,

Not to be an experimental drug,

Or full of noise pollution.

I would like to see nature to its fullest potential,

From on top of a mountain,

Looking down.

When I went to the mountain, I saw mountain goats

And birds, flying so high and fast I wondered

Where they were off to in such a hurry.

The night is full of bright white stars.

I pitch my tent in a spot that I feel is the best.

Then I build a fire and set up my tent.

This is my first night out on the mountain,

And I want it to the be best.

I remember getting ready for my trip,

And saying goodbye to all my friends and family.

They acted like I was going to China,

But I am only thirteen miles away from my

House.

I wanted to be out in the middle of nowhere,

Looking at the stars and dreaming of something I knew

I could reach, if I simply tried hard enough.

That was what happened when I went to the mountain.