.
As old as the ages
Standing in majesty
Solid and reliable
Steady and dependable
Guardians of history
Selfless sentinels
What tales you could tell
What secrets what memories
All without embroidery
The rise and fall of
Kingdoms and dynasties
From the very start
And the very heart
Until the end of time
.
©DGA 31 May 2012 10:10
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
01/06/2012 at 2:40 pm
Yes mountains are archives of human history. Khyber Pass comes to mind.
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01/06/2012 at 2:42 pm
Oh, thank you Carl! 🙂
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01/06/2012 at 3:25 pm
I love those two lines, “Guardians of history, selfless sentinels.” Your poem certainly paints a wonderful picture, adee.
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01/06/2012 at 7:27 pm
They often remind me of soldiers, marching in formation, AD. Thanks so much for the comment. 🙂
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01/06/2012 at 3:54 pm
Beautiful poem Denise, well written and thought-provoking.
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01/06/2012 at 7:29 pm
Thanks, Jack. You are always so generous with your comments. 😉
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02/06/2012 at 5:52 am
Only when they are deserved..
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01/06/2012 at 3:56 pm
I think you must have been riding with me yesterday as I drove through the Gloss Mountains of Oklahoma. You described them perfectly!
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01/06/2012 at 7:31 pm
Haha, Jeannie, in my dreams… Would that I really could!
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03/06/2012 at 8:37 am
Denise,
They indeed tell many stories.
Why? In the end they supply the stone to write epitaphs.
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03/06/2012 at 10:23 am
Excellent observation, Murty! Write/right to the very end – very, very good!
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