Spirit Of The Mountain - Poem by Simon Jackson
The hooves go warding on.
Their neighs and silent heads
tell a story of hardship
carrying the loads of others.
The river meanders and flows
into a once forgotten wilderness
now trampled by passers by.
They will leave but the river will flow on.
The wind moves through the trees and
shrubs and make a gentle fluttering
sound as the spirit of the mountain
passes by, breathing life into all that is.
The passers by hold idle chatter and
laugh and gasp in awe at the wonders
of the beauty around them, they will remember,
for a while, until these lives return to normal.
But the spirit of the mountain
and the flowing of the rivers
will go on as long as time exists.
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