Saturday, November 28, 2015

Rattlesnake Mountain

Like paradise
From alabaster glaciers
Birth trees like
Like stubborn soldiers
Raising the bright fall canopy
            To heroic skies

Hunting for moose tracks
Among the pine needle carpets
Climb and sweat
In the fall breeze

Slough up rocky slopes
Jagged hills with slip-leaves
Just for us tourists

Serene clearing
To spy Crescent Lake
And miles of trees and skies

Not another soul around to share
The treasured stones, the good musty Earth
The dreamy majesty of land
Of the America that still is, at least here.

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