Ridges Beleaguered Servant2019050420190504Leave a comment on RidgesOriginal Poems The local ridge Is not the highest mountain, But what does it matter When you’ve never climbed either? To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Poetry Single Thoughts Related Posts Meretricious Verses (4) Meretricious Verses (2) Meretricious Verses (1) Snapshot – Forest Sunset Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant