Fifteen hundred feet above the level sea
its bald top peers out in compass points
north the White Mountains, east Alton Bay
down along the old and new highway.
A trail of old roads from inhabited times
built by those who have no trace but cellar holes
rises through third-growth beech and oak until
hands and knees over bare boulder brings the view.
Rested, returning down, I pass over
on the skidder trail bulldozed leaving
raw banks a dozen feet tall eroding
rotten granite, not stone, not yet sand.
Reaching up under dirt and roots overhung
I run my fingers into dross
that's never known a human touch
squeezing, listening to the virgin crunch.
It would be enough to contemplate
the cellar holes and those lives entwined,
but oh, to wonder at the silica
mica, feldspar glistening in my open hand.
Hi , your poem took me to the old roads and rough mountain terrain of the White Mountains.To see and expierence the wonders of earth is captivating. Even celluar holee have mistique of their own........M
After Note. 04/19/2004 This poem has been one of my lowest read poems. It went nowhere on the hits chart. Some poems go well, some don't. I just accept that some do well and don't worry about the ones that flop. I wrote this poem in a poetry class about as you see it. I believe we had 15 minutes to write, but I'm sure I didn't use more than seven. My instructor was awed that I came up with this in such a short time. Class members were also impressed. But nobody on AD thought much of it. Anyway, so much for writing for the English Department.
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You might enjoy my poem "once upon a ridge was I," inspired by the Franconia Ridge, not far from your Mt. Major.
this is excellent
thanks,
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