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Tennessee Mountains

By Graydon Grensteiner

The mountains rub the sky
The water is pristine
I can see the sandy bottom
It is like the perfect dream

I volunteer to dive
My head hits the water
The sun doesnít stop
I can feel it getting hotter

Itís at least 90 degrees
My skin is turning red
Iíve had a long day
And Iím ready for bed

Before I shut my eyes
I need them open to see
The place of my dreams
The mountains of Tennessee