Once upon a Summers Day High up upon a Mountain Top Glearing out upon in Stone Old mans' Face had a home Beautiful and Peacefully he'd Rest As Visitors watched him at his best Till one day I decided to visit Sadly there was no face in it Fallen down below the slopes Crumbled into tiny pieces All thats left an empty space Old Man aged and lost his face Eulogy to my Old Friend Your spirit's still alive White Mountains still your home Your memory forever Survives
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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~Nikki~
i never got to see the old man in the mountains...would have loved to...and now, like the towers, it is no more
if the old man had to go, i'm glad it was by nature and not by terror
so sad, so sad
heartfelt, beautiful, longing poem
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :(