Dreams of Mighty

Oh to see the mountains,
to climb upon their backs
To scramble in the foothills
and discover their hidden tracks.

Away from me you cityscape
built by mighty hands
Not you comforts or cathedrals
in my pleasant lands.

Bid me farewell you ruins of old,
Say adieu and let the world unfold.

The grandeur that my heart does seek
To survey the world from lofty peak.

By Pete Scopes