The Purpose of Mountains

and why they're there

By Denise SheltonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Why are there mountains?

They exist to test hubris

And tamp down our pride

nature poetry

About the Creator

Denise Shelton

Denise Shelton writes on a variety of topics and in several different genres. Frequent subjects include history, politics, and opinion. She gleefully writes poetry The New Yorker wouldn't dare publish.

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