The Mountains and I





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mike_mezz Writer, historian and musician
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The mountains and I
Have become intertwined

The Mountains and I

The Mountains and I By: Mike Mezz (A narrative poem)

The bald eagle looked down On the rushing river below He wrapped his wings around And he dropped like a stone

The huge salmon fought But the talons held true He shuddered as the world turned From silver to dark blue

I stood there in awe Though I've seen it before I was born in these mountains And I'll die here for sure

I've traveled all around I've seen big city lights But nothing ever shined Like the big sky at night

Some mornings will find me Way up above the timberline Lonesome don't seem like much Once you're standing this high

When it's all said and done I will forever find That the mountains and I Have become intertwined

Back when I was young I had a beautiful wife But Cancer came knocking And took her young life

So now I'm all alone And I don't really mind But her name echoes across The canyon sometimes

Most mornings will find me Way up above the timberline Lonesome don't seem like much Once you're climbing this high

When it's all said and done I will forever find That the mountains and I Have become intertwined

My only friend is a horse He stands eighteen hands high He's as white as snow And there's fire in his eyes

He will only bare me No others have tried And together we'll travel Across the divide

Some mornings will find us Way up above the timberline Lonesome don't seem like much Once you're riding this high

When it's all said and done I will forever find That the mountains and I Have become intertwined

Copyright © 2020 Mike Mezz (All rights reserved)

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