On a Southwest U.S. Mountain Ridge

A little Music to set the tone for this Poem. Music that is one with the Mountain Ridges of the Southwestern U.S.

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What is *Poetry…Really? And what can a Man really say through “Poetry”?

For this one, I am asking the reader to take him or herself to the “Rockies”. (Use any reference you might have to being on top of a hill or any mountain you may have climbed on top of.) But really…really imagine yourself there. Imagine the wind, the animals in your near view, and all the whole World spread out for as far as you can see. Imagine being at that place and being so “In-tune” with nature and the very few things that are going on all around you…where Time sits still. Now…Imagine being able to view “Time” itself from your perch on a Ridge up there on a Mountain. Because for all “Time” that spot you are on…has been there…looking down and all around…at the whole World…for “forever”…on that Ridge.

*Poetry is Imagination. Or at least that’s how I see it from my perspective.

When a Man sets out to do Poetry, he already has to figure it will be taken into some kind of odd consideration to begin with. Or maybe that’s how it was when I was growing up? Now, us “Men” can get into writing down our thoughts in “Poetry-style”…and bring on a new perspective to all kinds of experiences, topics, and stories. Why not put down words in an organized fashion as the “Men of Old” Poets have once long ago done it. Which is where I derive a majority of my Inspiration for Poetry. From “Men of Old” Poets like Frost, Poe, Tennyson, Kipling, and Banjo Paterson (to name a few) …who were able to “bring-it” with their style of Poetry which was incredibly “Manly”…and exceedingly well organized in thought and words…and has even become very famous…as Poetry goes.

I wrote this one back in 2010…and it is full of “Timeless” imagination. Why not come along on a “Timeless” Journey with me…as we sit along a Ridge on a Mountain Range somewhere in the Southwestern U.S. and watch the World pass us by…and Time!

On a Southwest Mountain Ridge in the U.S.
On a Southwest Mountain Ridge in the U.S.

(Come Along With Me…On a Journey Where There Is No Time.)

On a Southwest U.S. Mountain Ridge

 

Alone…I looked up towards the sky…

There is where Time…did not pass me by.

On a Southwest Mountain Ridge…Somewhere far remote…in the U.S.A.

I imagined that “Time” stood still…where I had one perfect and endless day.

 

The Clouds danced above me…in grand design…

For once my thoughts all cleared…and took a vacation from my mind.

A Hawk rode the breeze of the wind currents below…

And I saw the beginning and end of time there…in that Valley…I know.

 

The old hollow tree in the ground a-ways…stands as a marker for that place…

I watched it fade away on that day…’til it withered away without a trace.

In the distance I could hear the waves of the Ocean beat across the land…

Time had stood still for me…I sat to enjoy the spectacle…as a fortunate man.

 

I imagined seeing all the Sky above me…which was “Blue” like a topaz jewel…

For once I knew nothing of Worldly Events…as I sat on a rock…like a care-free driftin’ fool.

The brown Grasshopper nearby…and the lone Cliff Swallow chimed out a song…

That went quietly out with the wind…and out to the Sea…and went on and on and on.

 

There was a Timber Rattler that came and slithered up to me…. We both enjoyed the view…

We both gazed over to watch a flower on a nearby Cactus bloom…opening to the World anew.

A Desert Salamander came over and put his arm over the shoulder of that Ol’ Snake…

They sat together…peacefully there with me…and not a blink did either of their eyes make.

 

A stubby-legged Tarantula walked over my foot in the Sand… which usually freaks me out to no end…

I reached down and picked him up…petted his furry back…Then said, “Hang with us a while, my friend”.

Then as I went to set that big Ol’ brown Spider down…

A Wolf came up…and sat near my side…Next to me on the ground.

 

He wagged his tail…like we had known each other for years…

I reached out to pat his head and tugged at both his ears.

There came a nice breeze…swirling around…and cooled each of our heads from the Sun…

We watched all kinds of animals all around…make a path through rock and brush…one by one.

 

Shadows crawled and moved about…amongst things and all around…

A Grizzly and an Antelope appeared…then moved to higher ground.

Mountain Stream Trout swam down there in the Valley…which I could easily see…

Flipping their tails on top of the water…Looked like they were waving up to me.

 

I peered out from the Mountain and saw a mighty Conquistador…lead out his men…across a sand-blown trail…

Gold was in all their eyes…no dreams of turning back…only of finding Fortune without fail.

I turned behind me toward the East…and saw a Nation rising from Pilgrims…made up of Colonies.

Then…I saw them go to War against their Ruler…Fighting over each man’s Rights and Liberties.

 

I saw a great tall Indian…standing with his hands held high…on a lone Peak…

I saw Settlers roll by in wagon trains which slowly moved…I heard each wooden wheel squeak.

Men came on horses next…Some stopped to hunt…Most rode on to the edge of the Horizon…

Each one travelled out here with a dream…Each one travelled out here…all day under the Sun.

 

All around me Territories formed…by Purchase, or by Battle, or by a Stake upon each Plot of Land…

I watched the Wild West around me…start turning into a place which became civilized by Man.

A ribbon of track spread out…zigzagging up and down the countryside…in a moment of time…

A locomotive began to chug along that track…Then came telegraph, phone, and electric poles…Added to the line.

 

From the Ridge…I heard a thunderous War…from across the Atlantic Sea…

Man sure does War a lot…is the solemn thought…that occurred to me.

That War stopped and then before I knew it…another one had soon begun…

Then…some more went on in other places…each under the rays of the mid-day Sun.

 

I squinted my eyes for one short bit…

And saw men paving a trail…and making an Interstate out of it.

Planes began to fly overhead…Satellites could be seen above…further out in Space.

But I never had to move to change my view…I could see it all from this place.

 

I turned back to look around…

And an atmosphere of confusion…was Everywhere to be found.

People ran from here to there…

Things sped up…No one seemed to care.

 

Anger, Stress and Uneasiness…Started to rule the day…

Everyone was talking at once…but no one was listening to what each one had to say.

Then…a flash of light came red across the sky…

Skeletons were left in place…a terrible scene I saw…that showed millions die.

 

The Earth around the Ridge baked…Radiation soaked the atmosphere…

My friends and I all looked around…and wondered if anything more could happen here.

Slowly…Very Slowly…in a Field far away…and almost completely out of my view…

Came a green blade of grass that stretched out…in time for the first drop of morning dew.

 

Bright new light came out…from high above and all around…

And cleared up the last of death…that was left in the ground.

We all looked to each other with joy in our eyes…

New things began to spring to life…Now here where nothing ever dies.

 

And on this Ridge…where we stayed and stayed…

Children soon danced in the Fields below…and played and played.

People began to fill this place…Now for forever…There will never be any more years.

Men of Might put down their swords…and turned them all into plow shears.

 

Harmony and Music of Peace have filled this place with a brand-new sound…

An Existence within a Creation made to enjoy…is what I now see all around.

Time has sat still here on this Mountain…with me…and with each animal friend…

Here in a quiet place among the Clouds…I know this “Timeless” Story…will never end.

 

Thank you for reading “On a Southwest Mountain Ridge in the U.S.”

(*Poetry is Imagination…and the Moment’s spent “On a Southwest Mountain Ridge in the U.S.” in this Poem…have a few slight elements that might remind someone of a 1960 M0vie Classic: “The Time Machine”.)

“The Time Machine” 1960-Movie Classic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “On a Southwest U.S. Mountain Ridge

    • January 20, 2022 at 1:49 PM
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      Thank you for reading this one, Rasma. Appreciate your comment! Glad you enjoyed this writing of a “Timeless” Journey on a Southwest Mountain.

  • January 24, 2022 at 1:21 PM
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    Steve great poem. Your poem was right up my alley most of my identity comes from my journey’s in the Rockies and the Sierra. Read it twice and will come back for some more later. Jamie

    • January 24, 2022 at 2:59 PM
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      Appreciate you reading it, Jamie…and for your comment on this writing. Happy to hear that it reached out to you and your journeys in the Rockies and Sierra Mountains. It is so awesome to be able to be out among the Mountains…even though for me…I don’t live too close to them. But, always ready to travel to the great Southwest US Mountains. Sounds like you enjoy these great Mountains and your journeys to them, as well.

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