Mountain Morn
Frigid white cloud of breath is formed
in cold black darkness at mountains feet
blows away on cool biting wind
as I wait for bright breaking Dawn
shouldering pack of heavy orange
to climb the trail twisting and steep
to slowly rise into piercing light
seeking upward to the mountains peak
in piercing light of bright morn
in hard bare rock of mountain bones
seeking to dry twisted trees
there to spend long cold day
setting down my heavy load
off aching shoulders full of pain
from agonizing climb up mountain side
to the place where I now be
untie the knots of twisted string
revealing all things that lie within
seeking within the jumbled things
for the items that I need
awning bright of silver and blue
carefully tied on twisted trees
a pool of shade from bright of sun
soon to bring the burning heat
again within the pack of orange
seeking for the next needed thing
hammock of nylon white strong strings
tight between the twisted trees
down in deep that bottom there
of heavy burdens unlimbering
radio of multi-bands
to seek the music of bright jazz
and before into the hammock I climb
with bright pack by my side
filled with drinks and snack foods
bright fruit flavors with calories filled
under awning of bright blue
and web of hammock of purest white
with the jazz playing loud
one last thing do I need
rifle long with action of bolt
side strung sling of leather brown
eight by forty scope on it
carefully set by my side
on mountain peak height in bright sun
in hammock under awning’s shade
jazz plays brightly in the air
I wait the day for a deer to come
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