Monolith
There are things we speak of, while we stroll
along the ridge, in summer sun
The mundane things, a chore, a task
ignoring what is stone and ash
or how it came to be,... to grasp
this place, we've named "Serenity"
The magnitude that lived within
had once emerged, a debutante
It pushed its way up through the core
with first, a thrust, a trembling
to break the crust with shooting stars
to forge the rock where we now stand
The frozen years are buried here
And frost still sleeps in hallowed graves
of valleys deep, and jagged peaks
Blue ribbons, sprout from melting snow
and purple shadows shelter growth
of trees and shrub , while sundown throws
a flame to warm the granite's dome
to shine a light on history
Will we ponder, eyes in awe
while strolling, deep into the past
of wilderness and ancient lore
into the vast of questions asked
and of everything that slept before?
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Contest: Mountains: Judged 7/18/16
Written: 7/15/16
Resubmitted For Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada- 2
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