Grey Mountain River.
Grey Mountain River
Chasing high Alps of verdant pasture
Left flower bright by migrating snows
That tarried for a wile in the hallow shadows
Of sharp stone scars that perch falcon
Before flurrying to rejoin the ever wondering winter
Grey Mountain River
Rejoicing over the ruminations of reticent boulders
Who grumble as they split the race
For white crest waves that fold apart
As underneath lesser stones give way with ill grace
And wild banks look on with slow curiosity
Grey Mountain River
Leaping young from stern walls and glowering faces
Before falling in light carved mists
Overlooked by those that weal above the high places
All to escape the machinations of ancient ice
Their thoughts old and grim as they ponder their mountain
poem by William Reed O'Connor
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