The Old Friend- A (Geographical) Poem

Inspired by the works of Muir, Twain, Kerouac and some muppet who accidentally started the rather big #OwensValleyFire. I’d like to give my thanks to plate tectonics (and glaciers) for making some pretty nice mountains too. I know it’s not technically correct, but that’s art, right? Best read in a deep, gravelly voice. 

A sole flame flickers at tinder dry,

A wisp of grey rises up high.

The amber valley sun falls below,

and great carved mountains sink into shadow.

Yet on those hills,

touching the sky,

A roaring glow illuminates the night.

A land born of lava and ice,

an inferno returns to reclaim it’s right. 

 

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