Hiawatha Mountain - Both Audio and Text

One hot August afternoon, in the hills behind our home, I chanced upon what seemed a trail I felt inclined to roam. I walked it quite a while until, deep within the wood, I chanced upon a clearing where an ancient teepee stood. I wondered, as I quietly viewed the teepee’s stately frame - Could its owner -- be from whom the mountain got its name? I would stand and quietly ponder what it was I’d found, Convinced I’d stumbled onto nothing short of sacred ground! A warm, respectful reverence seemed to linger in the air… I felt as though the spirit of the warrior was still there. I found myself deducing, as I slowly scanned the site… If daylight has him hunting…does he not come home each night? Perhaps his spirit has survived…that’s how the legend goes. Some believe, and, some will scoff…but no one really knows. If this camp, indeed, belongs to Hiawatha’s ghost, Despite the fact that I, today, have witnessed more than most, If, in fact, he hunts these woods - as I am sure he must - The less that know, the better, and I’ll not betray his trust. To know he may be up there, and that condos sit like flies In almost every valley now brings teardrops to my eyes. Like all who spread the legend, I feel he wanders still On “Hiawatha Mountain”...and I pray he always will. PS: I've now got 4 new CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied poems), listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - should those of you who travel care to be so entertained. (We use PayPal) Cheers, Mark