Standing on Top of the Mountain

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The rocks were jagged, and the climb was tough

one final pull and he had arrived,

he was strong now

standing on top of the mountain,

he bowed his head,

closed his eyes,

grateful

for the eagles in his heart

and the courage

he had been given.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

In His Reflection by the Creek

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Snow and ice crunching under his boots, and a strange gray reflection

rippling across the creek, with deer tracks on the other side.

He paused, zipping up his coat a little further,

watching the trees bend.

He remembered traveling through time

hunting for visions with bows

wearing buckskin

and an occasional feather,

but it was long ago

on horseback,

so instead, in his reflection

by the creek,

he took some pictures.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies