Meandering
through the roads
My eyes are
drawn to you
Rising high
On each side
Standing
stiff
Yet flowing
With an
inexplicable ease
Towering
And soothing
So different
from the others
Not a patch
of green
Your head
held high
Bare
Gorgeous
Gigantic
Unending
And…
Majestic
So majestic
It’s not a
word I’ve ever used before
Nor felt any
inclination to
But there’s
no other way to describe you
As I crane
my neck high
Feeling
humbled in your presence
And I can’t
help but wonder
Who was it
Who first
looked upon you
And thought
I own you
You belong
to me now
What was going
through his head
As he chose
to add you to his list of possessions
The clothes
The car
The dog
The child
And now you
What was it
That made
him lay claim
To a peak he
could hardy reach
To a range
he could barely see
And what
were they thinking
They who
came after him
They who
inherited you
They who called
you theirs
They who
went to all lengths to keep you as theirs
Believing
Strongly
Like their
ancestors before
That they
own you
That you can
be owned
And you
stood there
As
generations passed
As wars
passed
As claims
passed
You stood
there
Majestic, as
always
Not in your
pride
Not in your
power
But in the
simple belief
That you
just don’t care.
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