061111j I Remember Mt Fuji Poem by Manonton Dalan

on western side is not so perfect
it's almost vertical drop; i pick up
rock, roll it and watch it accelerate
didn't get bigger like snow; avalanche
some tried to run down mountain
they fall and slide with volcanic ash
maybe hurting with bruises and gash

i did my share of sliding i planted
my stick when i'm getting faster
one guy just rolled me over twice
i didn't lost my stick still at home
with that unreadable markings
now if i see fuji on picture i smile