High in the mountains on a rocky shelf,
Contemplating a hollowness unto myself.
Upon this mountain I silently cry,
Yearning for family, from heaven so high.
Reflecting on places and a time gone by,
Observing my surroundings with a questionable eye.
Though Gods majestic beauty embraces my soul,
I feel so alone on this mountain knoll.
Sitting here wishing I was young again,
If only my life’s journey I could re-begin.
Heartfelt images of a life so pleasant,
Remove me now, from the time at present,
Carrying me back to our family camping,
Burdens my heart with a sudden damping.
Was that really me playing hide and seek,
In a darken forest, stumbling over my feet?
Laughing and splashing in a mountain creek,
All day long barely stopping to eat?
Exploring the forest with a pioneer lust,
Decorating myself with red dirt dust.
No cares, no fears, I was full of zeal,
The mountains held me with an alluring appeal.
Silently watching and listening to a squirrel,
Noisily chasing another in a flustering swirl.
Recognizing to myself what it was like,
To run and play with such carefree delight.
Back to our campsite, beaming with pride,
A trophy pine cone held proudly at my side.
Enjoying the campfire, and warmth that it brought,
Surrounded by family and wanting naught.
How young was I and not knowing why,
My world would change in the blink of a eye.
~A Poem By My Father~