Great Smoky Mountains – A poem

Smokey MountainsSmokey Mountains

Still and plain

On its horizon

Questions raised

As a hand

Reaching for the sky

The range seems to call

As it crests at different heights

Should I move?

Or must I stay still?

I am dared to do

May I be killed?

Strength in silence

May appear as weakness

Thought and patience

A cloak not meekness

Standing strong

As the omnipresent watches

Mountains ever a witness

To the great virtue of prudence

*Inspired by the art work of Clark Ensminger

Copyright 2015

-Miguel Perez-Santalla

About G. Miguel Perez-Santalla

A Business man with a passion for sharing the good news that still exist in this world.
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