We climbed the mountain
With the help of a V6 since
Debilitating age won’t
Let us walk.
We took a road that switched
One way then another
In seemingly endless
Tight fitting esses.
Then down we rode
Into a gray canyon and saw
The mountain top had
Gone missing.
Stepping out into silence
We turned a slow circle
Marveling at sheer rock cliffs
On three sides.
A history is written in those
Cliffs etched by generations
Of miners taking layer upon layer
Of that living mountain.
Ages of rock were peeled
Off and ground into stony waste
And garnet crystal to feed an
Industrial need.
As our gaze slides down the vertical
Scene it stops to see new trees on
Narrow ledges then further down
Two ponds glimmer.
This canyon floor is littered with
The chaff of mineral harvesting
But ponds deep and pure are
Reclaiming the land.
A summer’s growth takes the path
Towards autumn and flowers bloom
Still in rocky shadows where birds
Sing echoing hallelujahs.
Fish and frogs jump and ripple
The surface of what is now a new
Mountain top as it evolves shrugging
Off the marks of men.
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