Music of the Mountain
Country roads wind their way
Quaint towns, once familiar hills and vales
Dismay, as malls of progress
Block farmland valleys.
The homeward trek continues – changes unfold.
Long driveway ahead
Stunning new stone gate;
Upscaled arena – superb symphonic space
Science center, sparkling in the sun.
So much missing:
The concert shed;
The moldy, memorable residence hall;
The meandering brook, my misty morning refuge.
Is nothing the same?
Cool crisp air floods my lungs.
Clarity, calmness, confirmation.
There – rising above, through feathery, filmy fog
Towering firs scaling the slope.
Listen! Life abounds beneath the canopy
Multitudes of melodious measures resume
Cleaving again, after all these years, ‘neath the mountain
My musical mountain – home.