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#127436 - 03/08/07 03:11 PM Mountain Men
V3N Offline
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Registered: 12/28/06
Posts: 400
Loc: Indiana
Mountain Men Among Us


We have an image of the Mountain Man
as lean, and strong, and tough.
We have an image of the Mountain Man
as having manner and features rough.
We have an image of the Mountain Man
with trap and gun at his side.
We have an image of the Mountain Man
in silhouette against a mountain sky.
Grizzled men hardened by life
who fled from civilized lands.
Who ran into the wilderness
to live by their own hands.
But did they really flee from man?
Were they somehow driven out?
Or did they answer a distant call
that somehow sought them out?
When did they first detect this call?
This subtle sirens song.
And why was it heard by just a few
among the growing throngs?
And why did it take so long to reach
the ears of man this song?
The answer may surprise you for
the call was always there you see.
It whispers softly even now
to men like you and me.
In truth it didn’t take so long
for men to hear the tune.
They’ve heard its soft and tempting call
since the first rising of the moon.
It called them from their ancient camps
to lead them near and far.
It’s calling to them even now
to go and walk among the stars.
It’s the whisper of the of the falling rain
the green of a distant hill.
It’s the far off howling of the wolf
that cuts through night times chill.
It’s the unseen ending of a stream
that flows close by ones feet.
It’s the tales of strange and distant lands
from strangers we chance to meet.
In all these things there lies the call
that stirs the wander lust.
And there are among us Mountain Men
who answer this call must.
It touches something in their soul
this soft elusive tune.
It tempts them like a treasure map
leading to some forgotten ruin.
For hidden in among those sounds
deep in the gurgle of the stream.
Tucked among the falling drops
and behind the eagles scream.
One can hear the voice of God
whisper in ones ear.
“Come my son and walk with me
let me show you something dear.”
“The beauty of this world of mine
and the wonders hidden here.”
“Let me show you my cathedral
my place of solitude and peace.”
“Come stand close to me on my mountain top
and feel your worries cease.”
Who else saw the mountains side
bring forth springs first delights.
And who else heard the peace and quiet
of those mountain nights.
Like the monks hold in their cloister
these rugged mountain men,
Passed quietly along the trails
through the forest and the glen.
They lived among God’s bounty
and walked there in his sight.
They made their lives surrounded by
His splendor and His light.
Now in this world of ours today
surrounded by this din.
It’s easy to see why some of us
would envy those Mountain Men.
With worry all around us
and lives filled with hassle and woe.
With bills, and work, and telephones
and the rushing to and fro.
We envy the time they had to spend
among God’s creatures great and small.
And we wish that we could have been among
the ones who heard the call.
We wish that we could have stood alone
and heard an Eagle scream.
And found the time to wander awhile among
the forests and the stream.
But life is not without hope my friends
because there is a way.
To hear this soft and gentle call
even to this day.
It’s hidden as it always was
among the noise and din.
To hear that soft compelling voice
one must merely listen in.
You’ll hear it in the traffic’s roar
that sounds like thunder from afar.
You’ll hear it in the hiss of wind
from the passing of a car.
Listen closely to the murmur of voices
from the crowd down at the mall.
And just maybe if you try you’ll hear
the soft and quiet call.
“Come my son and walk with me
let me show you something dear.”
And among us there are a chosen few
who will heed this call they hear.
Who will take the time and turn aside
from their daily cares.
Who’ll walk for a time a mountain path
instead of city stairs.
Who’ll wade a stream and set a trap
or stand and cast a line.
Who will walk along a forest trail
among God’s stately pines.
For there are Mountain Men among us
even to this day.
And by God’s grace and with His help
among us they will stay.
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#165796 - 04/05/07 05:49 AM Re: Mountain Men [Re: V3N]
cathryn Offline
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Registered: 12/22/06
Posts: 7088
Loc: West Virginia
thats a nice poem, ty for posting it
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'Never allow someone to be your Priority while allowing yourself to be their Option'

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