Gray ghosts afar, like elephants,
…More massive than the men
Who gaze with awe upon the wall
…That rises from earth’s den.
Green-coated shoulders, forest feet –
…The sight as one draws near;
And donned in Autumn – Joseph’s coat,
…That jealous brothers jeer.
Ridged behemoth, cloaked dinosaur
…Whose crested, arching back
We crawl upon like helpless ants,
…So tiny in attack.
Receding Nature’s safe preserve,
…The soul’s would-be retreat
If one finds how to get away
…From all the other feet.
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The photo is mine, taken on a trip through Smoky Mountains
National Park last month (Oct., 2015).
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 