Red Dirt Mountain

It was daybreak one morning When I saw my mountain high So beautiful it was That it nearly made me cry The red was deep as crimson Like the color of my ground Nothing else compares to it This special place I found It taunted and it called to me So I walked over to its base Huge it was and awesome It took up a daunting space I could hear the coyotes calling It was a mournful kind of sound It cut the silence sharply There was no one else around There is nothing quite as peaceful Neither a lake nor splashing fountain Not a single thing can compare to My beautiful Red Dirt Mountain!