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View of Mount Katahdin from Patten, Maine
Posted by Douglas, Feb 22, 2008. 1341 views. ID = 638
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 | This poem comes from my trip north last weekend. On the way home, near Patten, Maine, we had such an extraordinary view of Mount Katahdin that we just had to stop the car by the side of the road for a minute and admire. |  | This post has been awarded 32 stars by 7 readers. |  | This post is Part 3 of a writing series titled Stories and Poems About Mountains. |
From twenty miles away I see him
Rising above the cold and wintry snowscape:
A gargantuan child who lies comfortably amidst the hills,
Draped with a woolly blanket –
Resting, and at peace.
I have stood upon his shoulders
As he slumbered on quiet summer days,
And I've seen the world as through his eyes:
Bright and clean and far away,
And fading into purple emptiness.
I have crossed his spine on other days,
When winds were blowing and skies were gray;
I shivered while he remained unmoved.
But I’ve never stood upon the blanket
That drapes his body now,
Stretching out for mile upon mile;
If I could perch upon those snowy shoulders –
Perhaps, among the other wondrous sights,
I would find a car parked far away,
And two men staring with childlike awe,
Speechless and amazed.
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