Mountain Man
Through the mist
Upon this mountain
Home to a man so long ago
Living through seasons
Ranging warm to cold
Been here as many years
As he is old
The most experienced mountain man
He was once told
This place is beginning
To finally take hold
Yet where would he move
This is all he has ever known
All his life
He has been on his own
The city he
Has yet to be shown
Desire for change
Tired of the life on the range
His life is like songs
And picture shows made
Little does anyone know
The prices he has paid
Never been with a woman
Seen only one
Yet always he has wanted
To raise his own son
Now leaving this place
Change he shall chase
Glorified is the life
Of the mountain man
Few have ever known
The roughness of the land
To the south
To the north
Maybe west maybe east
Dreams made through the years
Shall finally be at peace
Leave and never
Ever look back
Finally he is done
Finally he is packed
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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