By: Alexis Parks/Junior Writer

I love the mountains

The movement in the range

My mother and I love the magic they bring

As they bring a mellow feeling

As all of the mankind sees them as meaningless

Their meaning is magnificent

As my love grows with maturity

My heart beings to melt

They give me mental clarity

As the metropolitan makes me worry

Through March or May

Night or Midday

The mountains stand mindless

Through the minuscule cracks

The life runs misguided

Men mistake the multiplicity

As the mountains have such modesty

Their message holds such mystery

As the mountains are my muse


Alexis Parks
Alexis is a first year creative writing and social media marketing student as she enters her junior year. Her favorite things are adventuring and reading as she likes to take her mind on adventures as well. She plays basketball and in her free time loves to spend time with family and friends. She works as a hostess and helps out on her farm as she figures out what she wants to do in the future. She hopes to be in the medical field yet is also intrigued with business; her biggest priority is to be able to work and help people. She is taking this course in hopes to use it in her future and push her out of her comfort zone.

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