TIME MOVES ON - An Old Man of the Mountain Tale (poem) by Paul D Berube on AuthorsDen

TIME MOVES ON - An Old Man of the Mountain Tale
by Paul D Berube → (All Poetry by Paul D Berube)
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A variation of Chapter Four from my book - TRAIL OF THE OLD MAN
During the industrial age Tales about the Old Man spread more Some were fact and others legend Still, the people enjoyed the lore A highway was built through the notch Later became an interstate Huge trucks created vibrations Pollution soon came to his lake No longer a lush, green valley His face became a tool for greed Trying to lure more tourists in The piranha began to feed Vibrations swept through his mountain Moving just one rock at a time Forming cracks all around his home His foundation no longer prime Despite one family's efforts To hold Old Stone Face in his place It was just a matter of time Before we'd lose sight of his face The Old Man sent us messages But they simply fell on deaf ears All of the warnings were ignored Some said you could see the Man's tears So, a piece of our history Would soon come to a bitter end People came to see him and asked "What's happening to our old friend?" Then on May Third, Two Thousand Three The Old Man came crashing on down But I still remember the times He helped chase away many a frown I believe we should rebuild him Yes, we have the technology He was such an amazing sight Bring him back for our kids to see! Not simply as our state's icon Cry out with a rallying call "Let us rebuild that Old Stone Face As an inspiration for all" Copyright Pending - All Rights Reserved

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on February 20, 2012

Seems like a worthwhile project for a variety of reasons. Patrick

Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle

Reviewed on February 19, 2012

Love your old man poems Paul. Thanks.

Cindy

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

They need to rebuild the Old Man in the Mountain, so future generations can see his face once again! Well done, Paul!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on February 18, 2012

Thanks Ed, for telling me it was New Hampshire and that is not a fictional tale. Well written, and I hope it spurs a movement to have the old man restored.

Back in nineteen sixty-eight, I planned to see the drive-through redwood tree in Yosemite. Halfway up the mountain, a chain across the road and a sign announced that the �road was closed for the winter.� That winter, the old giant fell, and the drive-through tree was no more.

I did get to see the evening Firefall off Half Dome that occurred every evening during the summer. Park Rangers would build a bonfire and then push it off the summit with a bulldozer, creating a fiery ember fall. That practice was discontinued shortly after because of air pollution and the cost.

Ron

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 17, 2012

That would be nice to see him again...though its been like a hundred years since I was last in NH...hell, I can't hardly get out of NJ...;-)e