I walk this ancient hill,
Eons beneath my feet,
So quiet and so still,
It’s here I am complete,
My life the smallest dot,
Upon these mountains grand,
But there is no higher thought,
Than to be part of the land,
And I’ve a moment just to be,
In this endless stream of time,
But I forget I’m me,
As I make another climb,
To ridges that show it’s wonder,
In valleys that hold the prize,
With rivers winding under,
The ever changing skies,
Consuming in it’s splendor,
These mountains that I know,
I’m humbled by the grandeur,
As on and on they go,
And I’m content to wander,
So happy just to roam,
Such beauty to discover,
In my Appalachian home.

JDoyle