Heart Of The Matter
Call The Mountain Mine
Glen Lednock, Photographed by Linda Harnett © 2007
So many times I wondered,
What lay on the higher ground,
What is like to be on the mountain,
With no one else around,
So I made a split second decision,
To climb to the highest peak,
Perhaps to find some answers,
To the questions that I seek,
I started on the pathway,
That would take me on my way,
And with some determination,
I laid aside a day,
A day to walk the higher ground,
To leave my cares behind,
And I climbed that distant mountain,
Unsure of what I'd find,
At times the path was rocky,
And dark through forest deep,
But undeterred, I carried on,
The climb ahead was steep,
And now and then I'd rest awhile,
Look back to where I'd been,
Then carry ever onward,
To the sights I've never seen,
I crossed a raging river,
On a swingy, shaky bridge,
The path, at times, precarious,
Just a long and narrow ridge,
In time, I reached the highest peak,
Surveyed the wonder of it all,
And never, ever, contemplated,
The thought that I may fall,
I spent a day on the mountain,
Where eagles dare to soar,
And I felt a deep contentment,
That I never felt before,
How wondrous the mountain?
Unchanged by man or time,
And as I gazed down to the glen,
I called the mountain mine.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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