A Rocky Mountain Song

Great are the places we know
But know as if
For the first time.

The sight of rain on hills
With barren peaks. The
Roar of memory that
Mingles with songs sung by
Steeples once, so long
Ago, when young

And an Indian with friends and
Runs down hillsides and smells
Of fresh air that I seem to see
Through days of fatigue, through

Stars so clear you can reach
Up to them and sift them out
Like hot spaghetti. I

Have been here once, I
Have come back to places once
Thought lost… too far gone
To return. Like

Mists on hillsides and antiques
In corners with dust and names
That almost fade away. I

Am here. I have seen things
So beautiful I cry at ridges that
Rise up to starry space in a
Place where ranges roam free and
Streams still whisper of families
Who lived here once… So

Long ago. In Rocky Mountain
Spaces. In places of
Red dirt on shoes. On
Memory. On home
Among peaks. Among

Wild distances… this
Rocky Mountain home of

Mine?

13 thoughts on “A Rocky Mountain Song

  1. ZQ March 6, 2016 / 4:30 pm

    Beautiful… you have taken me there. 🙂

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky March 6, 2016 / 5:47 pm

    WOW! My favourite of yours so far. I know this cry “so beautiful!” which is painful. Loved every line of this poem, which is a homecoming. Yours, in the writing. Mine, in the reading.

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  3. Truedessa March 6, 2016 / 9:51 pm

    This reminds me of Rocky Mountain High..now that song will be in my head all day..really a beautiful poem.

    The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
    Rocky mountain high

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi March 6, 2016 / 11:11 pm

    Wow this truly gives a whole new meaning to what we call “sense of adventure” enjoyed reading your poem 🙂 beautifully executed.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. thotpurge March 7, 2016 / 12:20 am

    I have seen things So beautiful I cry… love the tone and emotion in the poem.

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  6. Jamztoma March 7, 2016 / 1:23 am

    I smiled after reading this poem because it was told so fabulously. It must be quite an experience up there. thanks.

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  7. Wendy Bourke March 7, 2016 / 1:33 am

    Beautiful! Clearly, you wrote this piece from the heart. Wonderful words!

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  8. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) March 7, 2016 / 5:01 am

    Love it! And somehow, reading it, I came to know that many places which live in my memory, which I won’t visit again, are nevertheless totally present, totally mine.

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  9. Sumana Roy March 7, 2016 / 6:56 am

    so very evocative and soul stirring…tears do well up at the touch of the vast, fathomless beauty….

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  10. Jae Rose March 7, 2016 / 12:58 pm

    Sifting stars like hot spaghetti..what tremendous line – many homes are rocky mountains..and many rocky mountains can feel like home – if we find magic there..a clever poem as ever..and likewise..worth many a reading

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