All About Mountains

A Nice Place to Stay 

A mountain is a large landform that stretches above the surrounding land in a limited area usually in the form of a peak. A mountain is generally steeper than a hill. The adjective montane is used to describe mountainous areas and things associated with them. The study of mountains is called Orography. Exogeology deals with planetary mountains, which in that branch of science are usually called montes (singular—mons). The highest mountain on Earth based from sea level is Mount Everest (8,848 m (29,029 ft)) in the Himalayas of Asia. The highest known mountain in the Solar System is Olympus Mons on the planet Mars at 21,171 m (69,459 ft). Mountains and mountain ranges on Earth are typically formed by the movement and/or interaction of lithospheric plates.

    The snow and mist on the peaks of mountains just makes me happy, as does nature. I hope that all of nature's beauty captivates you as it did to me. :)

Nature Poems

Mountain Poem

Mountains

© Rukiye Henderson
Tall and bold like a castle,
Looming in the dark.
They rise to a towering height.
As everything beneath, cowers in fright.

Covered in a blanket of silvery mist,
You feel as though kissed,
By the cold bitter wind as it rushes past.
The snow peaked tops are like pure, pristine crystals, timeless, in all their beauty.

You can smell, feel, taste, and hear all the earth around you.
The sound of birds chirping like music boxes,
The taste of juicy berries bursting with flavor,
The smell of fresh pine air,
And the feeling of pine needles, which, I declare
Feel great on your sore, blistered feet.

what hides within a mountain? what hides beneath the rock? what's lurking in the shadows? the ghost in the tunnels, the ownerless voice.

Hiding in the Mountain Range

© Kaitlyn Hughes
Peaceful words flow in and out,
inside,
outside,
all about,
wondering over the waves and foam
searching and looking for a new home
as the sun sets
the moon shall rise
never leaving gaps
in the mountains ties
where the water meets the mountain
and the mountain meets the sky
the words will flow,
like the ocean waves,
like the clouds above,
like the ground below
in the mountain range. 

My Mountain Top

© Lacy Reese

The whole world on the horizon, like a painting in an old man's home.
The river down below, trickling and meandering to its long awaited destination.
Birds chirping to an old familiar song. Cheerful music boxes in the trees.
Wind whistling through the dead trees like waves shattering upon the shore.
Fresh pine air, like cleanliness just after a long rainfall.
Spring flowers smell strong, as though I'm lying on a bed of them.
Sweet juicy blackberries burst in my mouth like great juice balloons.
Pink salmon from the river like sweet sticky pond water.
Sharp pine needles rest beneath my feet like rusty nails.
The dusty brown earth is cool, its running water as it flows through my fingertips.
Free and clear like a soaring eagle.
Lonely and afraid as if I will never see the human race again.