These Mountains Speak to Me

The mountains have a hold on me                                                             

They speak to me, they comfort me                              

They welcome me with open arms                                

And shelter me from endless storms                             


Truth be told, I’m afraid to leave                                  

This is one place…I can be me                        

Amidst the craggy slopes and fields                              

Is where my wounds will finally heal                             


My heart binds me to these hills                        

These lonely rock strewn fields                         

Just as surely as night follows day                                 

These mountains is where I will stay                             


I’ve made them mine…my domain                               

My haven, my home, my sacred plane              

A corner of the world I’ll never trade                           

Always my first glimpse of each new day                      


The white blooms of Sarvis Trees                                 

The soft hum of buzzing bees                                        

The sweet smell of Mountain Laurel                             

The mad chatter of a grey squirrel                                


The sound of fast rushing water                        

The splash of a brown river otter                                  

The purple bloom of the Redbuds                                

Oh, these are the mountains I love!       


My own reflection in a still pool                                                

Assures me of this life I choose                        

This land is the best part of me                         

I’m right where I was made to be!                                


In the cold spray of a river’s mist                                  

Is where me and god can co-exist                                

In that moment, I feel his wonder                                  

I bow my head…I surrender                                        


To the soft whisper of his voice in the trees                   

His spirit flowing in the mountain breeze            

His breath in the warmth of the sun                               

In this moment…we are one                                                                            


The sheer beauty of god’s creations                             

Surpasses all reasonable expectations                           

In that moment, I feel his pain                           

In that moment, I claim his name                                   


I still ponder his choice to make man                            

Why turn evil lose upon this land                                  

Why borrow trouble he didn’t need                              

Why bother to make a place for me?                


A straight forward answer I haven’t found                    

Not even here in my own stompin’ ground                    

But when I look deep inside my heart               

The swell of my inner music starts…                             


And I know these mountains are my home                    

And I intend to stay…right where I belong!                  

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 7/14/2008 7:17:20 PM
Penname - I really like the point you made about the verb tense. I actually hadn't thought about that until you pointed it out.

Jazzcat   Jazzcat wrote
on 7/10/2008 8:34:19 AM
I like the way this progresses and the questions you ask near the end. You really take the reader along with you so they can see what you see and feel what you feel.

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 7/7/2008 8:22:50 AM
Thanks for the feedback. The mountains have always been a steadying influence in my life and this is my first attempt to write something a little more light-hearted than my normal fare.

penname   penname wrote
on 7/2/2008 5:01:28 PM
i loved everything about this. but the thing that stood out most and this may seem silly, is the fact that most of the action in this is done by objects. Meaning, the verb tense in the sense that instead of you being moved by the mountain...the mountain moving you...or the reflection, the sounds, the heart doing the binding, the wounds healing, and so on and so on. That consistency gives this work a wonderful tone and really puts me there. Like Star and Lindsay, this has some spectacular images infused with such style and rhythm. Great work. Thanks again.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 7/1/2008 12:38:43 PM
Great descriptives. I felt like I been there too just by your images. You should send this to the state government as a theme poem for the mountains for it is very good.

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A poem about the serenity of the mountains and the meaning they have in my life.