Dark Mountain By Tom Stanley Janca

Just a shadow against the evening sky.
Dark mountain looks so smooth.
What wondrous places I've been today,
The creeks, the springs, the old mine shaft
The rock cabin by the gold quartz ore vein.
The wild life in their home, I remember their sounds, their colors and names.
I still hear the wind songs though the trees and see the grass dance in the breeze.
See their colors of greens and golds. Move with a rhythm that's soothing and old.
I smell all the flowers, yellow, red ,white and blue and all the fresh air I remember that too!
Adventure done! Now back to town.
Each step up and each step down was not so smooth as it looks now.