My life spent here for many a year,

Born in a cabin, my childhood chasing dreams.

Seasons of many I watched as the trees grew tall,

Winters of snow, Springs of flowers, Summers and Falls.

Family and friends have passed through time,

The sky stays the same, the wind does not change.

Animals come to life as they too grow old,

The rain falls, the sun rises and sets as it always has.

On this, my mountain an old man I do stand,

It does not touch the sky higher, does not lay down and die.

Once belonged to another, again to many a man,

On this, my mountain, I’ll forever be part.

Keith Garrett



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