I pity those with no love for the mountains.
Whose heart is never moved by the sight
of a snow-covered peak or deep green
forests of pine. To whom time spent
sitting for hours by a mountain creek
is time wasted. Who would be bored
walking a long trail into the woods,
unexcited by the calls of unseen
birds, by the sight of deer feeding
in a meadow filled with wildflowers
or the distant music of a spring-fed waterfall.
I leave them behind in their cities of concrete
and noise for the long drive
of a hundred miles and the climb
of five thousand feet into the clouds
to the cabin where peace
always greets me.

08/06/2011

Posted on 08/06/2011
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