There is a place
I have come to love,
I moved here
just a few years ago…
Before my first trip,
I did not want to go,
but there was
something special
about this place…
Something I’m yet to define…
It’s just a small town,
out in the mountains…
Nothing special as towns go…
But, there is something special
about this place,
and everyone who lives here
seems to know…
It’s the mountain,
it’s the mountain…
The locals call her mother…
The natives simply look
at her with reverence…
For it is said that
she looks into people’s hearts,
and sees what is there…
It is also said,
that when the mountain looks
into someone’s soul,
it sees what is there,
and decides whether or not
to accept them…
Some people who come here,
can’t wait to leave…
Others who come here,
don’t want to leave,
but they do,
and return whenever they can…
Still others who come here,
decide to live here,
they don’t want to leave…
But, if for some reason, they do,
they can’t wait to come back…
It’s the mountain,
it’s the mountain…
The natives consider her sacred…
But we all who live here,
look to the mountain…
For she watches over us…
She helps us grieve…
She helps us to grow…
She extends her arms around us,
whenever we’re in need…
I do not want
to leave this place,
even though I’ve had
much sorrow here…
For the mountain embraced me,
not too long ago,
as she does
with her children,
as I believe I am…
I’ve felt much pain here…
I’ve felt much sorrow here…
I’ve felt much joy here,
in my life as I’ve come to know it…
For here is the Mountain…
There are many people,
who seem to have
been brought here…
For here is the mountain,
who seems to
have brought us all…
People like me,
don’t know why, sometimes,
most of us don’t, in fact…
But it seems to be the Mountain,
who brought us here,
from wherever we came…
© Jonathan Wikkins October 10, 2001
Revised February 27, 2008
All Rights Reserved
Author notes
this is an old one i just found on another computer i wrote almost two years ago...
there is much to say about the mountain...
this can only come close...
Written August 10th, 2003
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The lure and mystery of a mountain, always a height to scale, a rugged path, and rare beauty. I live near the Pacific and the mountains beyond the sea wall... well, it seems they are the immoveable object meeting the irresistable force. The sense of power is irrefutable and immense.
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There is something special in the place we call home, where our memories depict our lives, our hearts, our loves.
What treasures have been built near this mountain, truly are a mountain of self.
Very nice. I did enjoy this and felt this beautiful emotion.
~Pamela 
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Well...can't get much flatter than Illinois... can't sat I've ever been to an actual mountain. This is sooooooo picturesque,,, Val
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Excellent!!! I know the whole feeling to this one. My father grew up on a mountain that calls me several times a year. I often think of going to live there, the only thing stopping me is the steep banks in winter. Family house atop the highest peak...beautiful to hike and swim. This really made me think of it. I love this. Blessed be
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Even though my family dragged me to Indiana and that was my home for 23 years....(It's flat land). I found my home to PA and my mountains. I could never make them understand how connected I felt to these mountains, it's the only place that I have ever felt at home, where I belong. Love this one Mike...it holds SPECIAL meaning for me!
~Laura 
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The earthy wholesomeness of the mountain captured here by one of APs better writers. Wow this is nice, Mike. I want to go to the mountains now, and feel the way this makes me feel and be accepted by the Mountain...
Sarah
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Wonderful Poem Mike
Just loved the message and the imagery in this one sweetie
Loved it
I got up a new one too
Do come see me
Luv ya
Susan~~~~~
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You beautifully describe your home in the mountains. I know there can never be enough said about them. I do not live near any mountains, but I have been to the Himalayas and had the privledge to see Mount Everest and I was in awe the whole time.
Your poem had excellent imagery, maybe giving some who have never seen a mountain a vivid picture in their mind.
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I live on the mountain and I totally agree. There is something about the snow that covers the ground in the winter time, that is so beautiful, and in the summer there is something about the cool breezes that blow thru the trees. I love the mountain, and I love this poem. Good Job, keep it up!
Carie
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