Author Jonathan Chaves At the top of this ridge I could whistle happily. Down at the bottom — I'm feeling depressed! Looking back now at the thousand peaks: there — the one lost in the clouds is Mount Lo-fu. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments