Mocking from the Mountains
By: Eric Fulmer

Alone on a mountainside I sit in peace.
For here, I have no chain.
Like those that bind me to a path
Far below in the cities of pain.

Up here the air is fresh and clean.
Not weighted with smog and fumes.
Here I live and think and breathe
High above such smokey plumes.

These mountains are so much more to me,
Than great monoliths of rock.
They are an escape from life,
Which I sit up there and mock.