On the mountain lived a wise person
Nobody called them a witch
Or threatened them with fire at the stake
They knew about plants and herbs
About what to eat and what not
And they could heal with plants
Making food with fruit and vegetables
Including meat and fish when needed
Drinking fresh spring water
Living in a cave near the summit
Close to the ancestors souls and graves
Such a timeless place full of life
And answers to all the questions
That one could ask
Go there now...
The vertical view of mountain has seen by mountain man
He has makes imagine in his brain.
He want to see top the hill,he pray in heart makes a frame.
On top of the mountain is dream of man .
The mountain touching the clouds when he will be there
He will fill proud.
Nature also can see his dreamy eyes shine,
And giving some challenge's for the man.
But he has decided to complete his aim,
Wants to everything gain...
Mommy, Mommy it's the cider doughnut mountain man
From when we went trick or treating , Remember?
The Lincoln Log cabin in the woods way up on the mountain
Hot cider with a cinnamon stick Chocolate glazed doughnuts
Can we go there for Christmas? Please
Jimmy, shush! Your embarrassing Mommy He'll hear You
We're going to Grandpa and Grandma's for Christmas
As I turned around ; a little hand waved to me , in glee
The Christmas Spirit sparkling in his eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Jimmy , Merry Christmas
Dedicated to Jimmy Cahill ( 8 years old )
Author's note Mountain man is not size it is where I live
To the mountain man with the emerald eyes
Did you ever stop to realize
How many have been touched by your kindness
Your gentle words of encouragement to those in distress
Always there to lend a hand or a smile
And take away he pain and dears if only for a while
Never seeking praise for that’s not you
You give from deep in your heart in all you do
Loyalty to your friends is your outstanding and noble quality
Your trust in the Lord will your priority
And so mountain man with the emerald eyes
This is for you from all of us who see you in our eyes
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