The Mountain (Poem)

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A poem, a dedication.

The mountain stands above me
Not threatening
Happy
I see the things it has seen
Over all these years
The memories never fading
Its brave and stoic expression
Still brave and stoic
And yet it makes me wonder
Exactly what it saw
What it heard
Tasted
Touched
And I hope one day to sit up in those mountains
As I've did before
But this time
Run my hands through the long grass
And become one
The mountain is I
I am the mountain
And he sees what I have saw
I see what he has
But for now I just have to wonder
About that mountain
And the things it has saw
Because for now
The mountain's secrets are safe with the wind
And not me
For fear of telling
But if I ever heard its secrets
I could not tell
I am intrigued
For the mountain
That stood over me for all my life
Has deep secrets
Safe within itself
Safe with the wind
And the wind only
For that mountain
My mountain
Certainly has its mysteries
The mountain has its secrets.

Fin.