Monadnock
More than merely a mound of rock;
More timeless than a broken clock;
Standing alone to define a place;
A stone edifice of granite grace;
I have traversed to the top;
Led by white crosses and white dots;
There I have sat and been renewed;
By views imbued with a purple hue;
Pictured and painted from many towns;
Majestic scenery doth abound;
Blazing reds, the finest of Fall;
Brilliant white dome, when Winter calls;
I’ve traveled widely in the world;
Natural wonders I’ve seen unfurl;
But I love the best a granite ball;
No grander vision my mind recalls.
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2021
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