There is a living energy inside the mountain world
Insidious, mystic and invisible as it permeates visitors in what they unfurl Horrid s of black flies and punkies, bite you and suck your blood all night In the morning fire ants besiege you, when you wake at first light Then over coffee you take in the views With mountains in the back ground, jutting up to the sky A Red tail Hawk circling under wistful clouds up high A White Tail Deer and her fawn running through a meadows lawn Rainbow Trout catching flies, in the pool where they were spawned Then we're off mountain climbing and the mood changes gear The terrain is treacherous, skinned knees, in my leg a thorn was speared Did you like it, is left to the decision, from whom you would like to hear