The Hayloft
Through all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.
Those green and sweetly smelling crops
They led the waggons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High;--
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!
Oh, what a joy to clamber there,
Oh, what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Mucho Mungo/mt. Elga
Mucho mungo, sweet thing,
Sweetest little thing i've ever seen.
It must have been a sweet dream,
Brought you here,
Brought you through the sorrow
And the tears.
C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie,
Sail upon the ocean, sail with me.
Sail into tomorrow ev'ry day,
Just looking for the sunshine
Through the haze.
But wait! what's this
I see?
Could it be?
Mount elga, mount elga,
A high mountain,
I climb as i'm dreaming, a-huh.
Mount elga, mount elga,
A high mountain,
I climb as i'm dreaming,
Catching me hell.
To climb this hill
The more i try to climb,
I'm slipping still.
Me body run down,
Me feeling weak.
The more i try to climb up
This mountain peak.
Mucho mungo, sweet thing,
Sweetest little thing since sweet sixteen.
C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie,
Sail across the ocean,
Sail with me.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Mifael
Mount Kilimanjaro is 5900 metres high and,
You have to visit it to see the beauty that it shares;
But like an affable gentleman in the midst of ladies,
I have what it takes to love you.
Humble and respectful,
To a virtual standstill to receive visitors;
And my love for you is like Mount Kilimanjaro.
Mifael, explore my mind to reach out to my love;
For we are one-on-one on this sweet love.
A lot of memories of the school days,
Like the 'Impulse Night Club' next door;
But i will be very high above all standards to you like,
Mount Kilimanjaro among the lot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Her courtesy
She wakes up every morning,
Straight to the help of humanity,
A philanthropist i label,
She has passion for mankind,
Mount Isa she resides
The weather so unbearable,
Yet she works all day,
The media follows her always,
She has priceless purity
Mount Isa she resides
I wish to see the mountains,
Explore the mines with her,
Feel the heat together,
The blazing sun so bright,
Mount Isa here i come
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Beautiful Mount Fuji
Beautiful Mount Fuji,
How are you?
Oh glory wonderland!
I am a passerby to say hello to you.
All the nations have heard about you,
From the morning frost to a picture at dawn;
Oh glory, glory, glory wonderland! !
Mount Fuji is your name.
Beautiful Mount Fuji how are you?
You already know my name since,
I am your frequent visitor;
All the nations have heard about you as well,
Like the precious stones on our necks.
I only need to climb you once to gain wisdom,
Beautiful Mount Fuji how are you?
I have hopes and dreams like all the visitors around;
Oh glory wonderland.
With Fujiyama as sight to play a role,
Come in the night and see her wonders;
Beautiful Mount Fuji,
I do respect you a lot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Maria
Maria, your love is so amazing to me!
And i will stand by you like the well of water.
You are with a view of love so sweet,
And your love is the mountain firm beneath my feet.
Your love is amazing,
Your love is steady,
Your love is unchanging,
And your love is like a mystery to me;
How it gently lifts me up so high than Mount Everest!
Maria, your love makes me sing;
And when i am surrounded by you,
Your love carries me so high!
I am love with you and i can feel your love rising me up;
And all the joy that is growing deep inside of me is because of you.
Your love is very surprising,
Your love is very gentle,
Your love is very sweet,
And your love is like a mystery to me;
How it gently lifts me so high than Mount Everest!
And every time that i do see you,
Your sweetness shines through me like the sweet land of roses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dusty's Trail
Dusty's Trail is about…
Hiking up to Laban Rata at 11,000 feet,
Climbing up to Low's Peak at 4,095.2 meters,
Of majestic Mount Kinabalu.
Mount Kinabalu here we come,
Here we hike and we climb,
To explore and conquer
The beauty of the Mount Kinabalu.
Mount Kinabalu located in Sabah,
Land Below the Wind,
Mount Kinabalu, a World Heritage Site,
An oasis of calm and tranquility.
To discover true meaning of life,
Of a world in motion;
To create global awareness of Duchenne,
Let the trail Mount Kinabalu begins the journey.
Challenging climb yet achievable,
To help the Duchenne victims
In fulfilling their dreams,
Becoming healthy children.
This expedition will
build confidence and give hope
Among the Duchenne victims
Among victim's families.
Dusty's Trail is about…
Finding a cure one day,
Finding drugs to ease their sufferings,
Painful relieves among victims.
Let Mount Kinabalu expedition
To create Dusty trail,
To create unity and strength,
To create friendship among climbers from different countries.
Coalition Duchenne's spirit continues
To search funds for Research & Development of new drug,
To provide supports and ultimately find a cure,
For the victims and family members.
May this expedition
Bring hope, inspiration and aspiration.
May the victims continue
to live life to the fullest.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Big Sur
Do do do do do do do do do
Cashmere hills filled with evergreens
Flowin from the clouds down to meet the sea
With the granite cliff
(big sur mount)
As a referee
Crimson sunsets and golden dawns
A mother deer with their newborn fawns
All under big sur skies
(big sur mount)
Thats where I belong.
Big sur Ive got plans for you
Me and mine are going to
Add ourselves to your lengthy list of lovers
(big sur mount)
And live in canyons covered in springtime green
Wild birds and flowers to be heard and seen
And with my old guitar
Ill make up songs to sing.
Where bubbling springs from the mountainside
Join the big sur river to the oceanside
Where the kids can look for sea shells at low tide
Big sur my astrology it says that I am made to be
Where the rugged mountain meets the water
And so while stars shine brightly from up above
The fog rolls in through a redwood grove
And to my dying fire I think Ill add a log.
From time to time I must go away
The thoughts of big sur wont let me stay
Away from big sur
Oh big sur
song performed by by Beach Boys
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California Saga/big Sur
Do do do do do do do do do
Cashmere hills filled with evergreens
Flowin from the clouds down to meet the sea
With the granite cliff
(big sur mount)
As a referee
Crimson sunsets and golden dawns
A mother deer with their newborn fawns
All under big sur skies
(big sur mount)
Thats where I belong.
Big sur Ive got plans for you
Me and mine are going to
Add ourselves to your lengthy list of lovers
(big sur mount)
And live in canyons covered in springtime green
Wild birds and flowers to be heard and seen
And with my old guitar
Ill make up songs to sing.
Where bubbling springs from the mountainside
Join the big sur river to the oceanside
Where the kids can look for sea shells at low tide
Big sur my astrology it says that I am made to be
Where the rugged mountain meets the water
And so while stars shine brightly from up above
The fog rolls in through a redwood grove
And to my dying fire I think Ill add a log.
From time to time I must go away
The thoughts of big sur wont let me stay
Away from big sur
Oh big sur
song performed by by Beach Boys
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St Michaels Mount is a favourite place of mine; people will walk across to the Mount all day and assume they will be able to walk home. The spectacle of hundreds of people realising that the path they walked over on is disappearing under several feet of water is very amusing.
The Reveille
Trumpets of the Lancer Corps
Sound a loud reveille;
Sound it over Sydney shore,
Send the message far and wide
Down the Richmond River side.
Boot and Saddle, mount and ride,
Sound a loud reveille.
Whither go ye, Lancers gay,
With your bold reveille?
O'er the ocean far away
From your sunny southern home,
Over leagues of trackless foam
In a foreign land to roam,
With your bold reveille.
When we hear our brethren call,
Sound a clear reveille.
Then we answer, one and all,
Answer that the world may see,
Of the English stock are we,
At their side we still will be,
Sound a bold reveille.
English troops are buried deep.
Sound a soft reveille.
In this foreign land asleep,
Underneath Majuba Hill,
Lying sleeping very still,
Nevermore those squadrons will
Answer to reveille.
Onward without fear or doubt,
Sound a bold reveille.
'Till that shame is blotted out.
While our Empire's bounds are wide,
Britons all stand side by side,
Boot and saddle, mount and ride.
Hear the bold reveille.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Attente (Expectation)
Monte, écureuil, monte au grand chêne,
Sur la branche des cieux prochaine,
Qui plie et tremble comme un jonc.
Cigogne, aux vieilles tours fidèle,
Oh ! vole et monte à tire-d'aile
De l'église à la citadelle,
Du haut clocher au grand donjon.
Vieux aigle, monte de ton aire
A la montagne centenaire
Que blanchit l'hiver éternel.
Et toi qu'en ta couche inquiète
Jamais l'aube ne vit muette,
Monte, monte, vive alouette,
Vive alouette, monte au ciel !
Et maintenant, du haut de l'arbre,
Des flèches de la tour de marbre,
Du grand mont, du ciel enflammé,
A l'horizon, parmi la brume,
Voyez-vous flotter une plume
Et courir un cheval qui fume,
Et revenir mon bien-aimé ?
Expectation
Squirrel, mount yon oak so high,
To its twig that next the sky
Bends and trembles as a flower!
Strain, O stork, thy pinion well,—
From thy nest 'neath old church-bell,
Mount to yon tall citadel,
And its tallest donjon tower!
To your mountain, eagle old,
Mount, whose brow so white and cold,
Kisses the last ray of even!
And, O thou that lov'st to mark
Morn's first sunbeam pierce the dark,
Mount, O mount, thou joyous lark—
Joyous lark, O mount to heaven!
And now say, from topmost bough,
Towering shaft, and peak of snow,
And heaven's arch—O, can you see
One white plume that like a star,
Streams along the plain afar,
And a steed that from the war
Bears my lover back to me?
poem by Victor Hugo
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Middle Man
There was a mountain and there were three trees
There was a good man and there were two thieves
A man called Barabas was doomed for the tree
But Jesus took the middle one and Barabas went free
I love that man in the middle because I know he first loved me
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free
A hill called Golgotha the place of a skull
No yellow flowers, no trees in bloom the scenery was so dull
Three crosses stood black and bold against a darkened sky
And not from pain but a broken heart that middle man died
I love that man in the middle because I know he first loved me
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free
I love that man in the middle because I know he first loved me
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free
Praise to that man who died on Mount Calvary
The middle man made it possible that I could go free.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Dorothy's Response
There is an eminence amongst our hills.
There is a deep quiet in its height.
A man I love of lofty mind
Shares with that mount its quiet.
I admire the quiet.
I seem to require it,
Though it limpens his love for me.
If I wasn't so dotty
Instead of 'YOUR EMINENCE'
I'd have called it 'MOUNT DOROTHY'.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Edmund Hillary's ascent of Mount Everest was a testament to human achievement, my climb of Mount Everest in my shorts will be a monument to the frivolous, decadent nature of modern society.
quote by Wim Hof (2007)
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Ishtar
On Mount Carmel,
I met four hundred and fifty prophets of Baal!
On Mount Carmel,
I met also the prophets of Ishtar!
But who will bring the truth to them? ! !
For they were all serving the Sun God.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Messiah Will Eternally Reign
God chose a city for His own where He shall put His earthly Throne.
Jerusalem was the city He chose and that is where Christ had rose.
In that city where Christ had died, as Eternal King He shall reside.
David was the apple of God’s eye, and said his heir will never die.
Christ indeed will reign my friend, and His Kingdom shall never end.
My friend it’s just a given fact, that Jesus Christ is coming back.
Jesus is coming back you may recall as King of kings and Lord of all.
Before He takes His Eternal Seat, His enemies will be under His feet.
According to the Biblical account His feet will stand upon the mount.
The Mount of Olives will split in two, as God’s witness to every Jew.
They will come from far and wide to see The King who reigns on high.
During the Great Tribulation God will gather men from every nation,
Through His Great Salvation they will be drawn to His Chosen Nation.
This city appointed by revelation has seen centuries of devastation.
Yet through this city every nation will be touched by God’s Salvation.
It is The Lord’s Eternal Will to install The King on His Holy Hill.
God pointed to The Messiah using Abraham and Isaac on Mount Moriah.
And every eye will see Messiah when He comes to reign on Mount Zion.
God for Abraham provided the lamb and for us that was the Son of Man.
As The Lamb He suffered pain, but on His Throne will Eternally Reign.
Song. (From The Portuguese)
If thou art sleeping, maiden,
Awake, and open thy door:
'Tis the break of day, and we must away,
O'er meadow, and mount, and moor.
Wait not to find thy slippers,
But come with thy naked feet:
We shall have to pass through the dewy grass,
And waters wide and fleet.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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God’s Chief Mountain
Soon the Chief of mountains will be, Mount Zion, through all Eternity,
And in the Chief of every mountain, God will put a cleansing fountain,
To cleanse David’s Clan from sin, so they can minister to all for Him,
And to Jerusalem all men will go, from where all God’s Laws will flow.
God’s Eternal City was renown, for all the bloodshed that was found,
Will become God’s City of Peace, once established, it will not cease.
As Messiah will reign from that Hill, as God’s promise He does fulfill,
Promised to Abraham, God’s friend; in Christ’s Rule that will not end.
This Mount will be raised over all, over every mountain, big and small,
Upon this Mount will reign just one, God’s Eternal, only begotten Son.
Reigning from King David’s Throne, over all the world and God’s Own,
And this Mountain, God has raised, by all the nations shall be praised.
Nations shall learn war no more, under the guidance of Christ our Lord,
And weapons of war will be turned into, utensils of life for me and you,
As God installs His Righteous King, who will justly rule over everything.
All from Jerusalem, not The Holy See, where Christ shall reign eternally.
The only Prophet, Priest and King, with lasting peace only He can bring,
God’s Peace, which will be Millennial, from God’s established Holy Hill,
The very Mountain chosen by God, from all those upon this earthly sod,
To establish the Throne of our Lord, from where He’ll reign forevermore.
Origami
Multifold thoughts
Multifold steps
Manifold ways
Thousandfold folds
Vale to mount
Mount to vale
Up and leap
Bent and unbent
Thrown in atlast
To find papermade
Heaven of creation
Crafted shapes welcome
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Pilgrim
Youth's gay springtime scarcely knowing
Went I forth the world to roam--
And the dance of youth, the glowing,
Left I in my father's home,
Of my birthright, glad-believing,
Of my world-gear took I none,
Careless as an infant, cleaving
To my pilgrim staff alone.
For I placed my mighty hope in
Dim and holy words of faith,
"Wander forth--the way is open,
Ever on the upward path--
Till thou gain the golden portal,
Till its gates unclose to thee.
There the earthly and the mortal,
Deathless and divine shall be!"
Night on morning stole, on stealeth,
Never, never stand I still,
And the future yet concealeth,
What I seek, and what I will!
Mount on mount arose before me,
Torrents hemmed me every side,
But I built a bridge that bore me
O'er the roaring tempest-tide.
Towards the east I reached a river,
On its shores I did not rest;
Faith from danger can deliver,
And I trusted to its breast.
Drifted in the whirling motion,
Seas themselves around me roll--
Wide and wider spreads the ocean,
Far and farther flies the goal.
While I live is never given
Bridge or wave the goal to near--
Earth will never meet the heaven,
Never can the there be here!
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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