Call of Stone

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I saw a great white mountain
It stood still and forlorn
Cast upon a lonely land
A face in stolid form

I went to see that mountain
I thought it called to me
A voice raw with emotion
It called with urgency

You I’ll give adventure
Upon my rocky cleft
Great and wild to behold
Upon the mountain deft

I ranged upon that mountain
I felt its every pore
I stood upon its high peak
I saw the eagle soar

I met strange and wondrous peoples
Tough and hard as the stone
I met strange and beautiful creatures
Where the high wind has blown

Now live I with the mountain
I hear his voiceless cry
I’ll hear that call all my days
Until the day that I die

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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