Nanga Parbat, the name spells majesty
Standing proudly above your lesser peers
In a land where mountains are commonplace.
Icy, cold in your burnished sun snow cap.
Born of the collision of continents
Erosion, by storms and ice have reduced
Your once proud towers to a mere 26,500 feet.
Sometimes silent
In the pounding noise
That spells absolute silence.
Roaring in blizzards madness
When your world is a white out.
Rising like Pheonix to look down
On soaring eagles and we mere mortals
Paying homage at your feet.
In a list
A contest entry
- LET THE MOUNTAINS SPEAK! by Melodies.
450 points, ended April 1, 2007, 15 entries
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Oh, I do like this poem so much!
This smart and beautifully penned write combines history and geography and I love it!
Thank you for coming to our MOUNTAINS contest! 
Lovely poem! 
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