Father, You Face the Mountain
Father, you face the mountain
I bet it's pretty, gorgeous even
You probably sit by your stone
And watch days pass, unending
But they stay right in front of you
Majestic, almost if you're facing Heaven
A place with a burning lemon drop
Topping snow glazed terrain, reflecting
Only glimmering rays of soft orange
You watch, free of guilt and conscious
Narcissistically inhaling the breeze
Enjoy, before the moments disappear
Father, you face the mountain
Someday ill watch it with you
Maybe tomorrow, maybe far away
Eventually, ill face the mountain
And sit next to my casted stone
poem by Matthew Peel
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