Rockies by Steven Craig Sad to think that the great Rocky Mountains Where my soul loves to dwell Is no longer rising For on their flanks are the crumbling remains of hearts long steps footfalls that have been masked by the snow for millennia slowly end in a moment of danger where lives are claimed and seen no more There is a place where some have climbed and been personally involved in the passage of such time and place There is a time where the climber will be there but that one last time, and shall be seen near never again There is ancient stored power there BUT is it old and no longer a passion A place is just another place even when it is the heart and soul of just one life A home an abode a haven a harbor in the clouds in a sky that knows no rain. Sad to think that mountains fail. But then, it is of no consequence that I do also. 03/26/2007 Posted on 03/27/2007 Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Janine Euladia on 03/27/07 at 03:11 AM Beautiful. Posted by George Hoerner on 10/08/07 at 02:03 AM Wow! You know the mountains and the sea! I used to live in NJ and was on the board of a historical society. We were developing a 13 acre marine historical village at the North end of Atlantic City with the city and the Ocianic Society. I now live about 50 miles from Jackson Wy and love it. The mountains give so much and take only what you give them as does the ocean! Great write. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)