Home Is Where the Mountain Is

A haiku collection from the hills, mountains and beyond


From high up the hills
They look down upon us, in
The fight for the land

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As tall as mountains
As far as where the home is
Let our love prevail

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They arrive with arms
India, China, Burma;
The hills cry in streams

The mountains are calling
The foothills are all decked up;
Vacation at home

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Let's climb together
The highest mountains and hills
Far away from people

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Will you follow me
From high up here to a place,
We call it our own

Gunshots and echoes
More gunshots and more echoes
Guns have no echoes

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Whisper, and you can
Hear the breath of the mountain;
Artificial craps

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Nature and nurture,
Man-made and undefined death;
Tis' easy to choose

The options are clear;
You choose either life or death,
The hills or landfills

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In the mountain's lap
Lying down, I was caressed;
I molest nature

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The mountains, the hills
They echo with their silence
The machine guns shot