Mountains

(Picture Credit - Ciro)


Cloud-hatted mountains loom over the cold lochs

As waterfalls drop

Into cool pools.

Cascading water shooshing and rushing,

Tumbling down

Through that craggy crevasse.

The smell of pine trees fills the air

Along with birdsong and the sound of sea-waves

As firs are thrashed by whipping winds.

Continents collided way back when

To make these mountains thrust high, into the sky.

They still hang over us,

Majestic monoliths of God,

While Men continue with their petty schemes.

Paul Butters

© PB 4\4\2014 in Humberside (First two lines written 20\3\14 along with “when continents collide”)