Lessons of The Land

Do you visit the high plateaus

Merely to hide away

Or have you come to the mountains

To hear what they have to say?

For the mountains sing of a time

When the Earth was young and green;

Many’s the sunset and moonrise

These aged crags have seen.

These foothills stood before the pyramids

And before the sea-swell rolled

Where now there’s naught but desert

Or so I have been told.

Imagine the drama and fury

These windswept heights have observed

There’s lessons here a million

As surely as space is curved.


Torn by the teeth of great glaciers

Scoured by wind and by rain

One day the peaks will be laid low

But others will rise again.

Volcanoes and fire and chaos

Ash raining down on the plain

Whole forests buried in lava

But still the beauty remains.


Deep secrets are hid on the summits

Enfolded in layers of time

And the silence there is profound enough

To inspire a poet to rhyme.


Though this land is both wild and savage

And her moods unpredictably strange

There is much for the savant and wizard

To learn from the canyon and range.

So come to the mountains to listen

To look, to seek, and to find

The unbounded knowledge this country

Can offer the questioning mind.