Great Uncle Mountain

Great Uncle Mountain

A Poem by JC Pire

Well I am the woodman should I say

With stress upon the man

I sing like a crooner

That'll hit the ground sooner

than I really planned


I've been in the dark too long

that I've started going blind

Strictly speaking I will go global

With my head held noble

to the bank I left behind


Tried to live dreams, but lived my nightmares

But I feel better for that


Now I live in a suit

That's tailored for accounting

Life may be worth its salt

But just pass the malt

and direct me to the mountains


All and sundry are at the embassy

While I'm out on the steps

While they put blood in the sport

I'll be out in the court

Picking what's been left


Tried to live dreams, but lived my nightmares

But I feel better for that


Welcome me Great Uncle Mountain

For I have made a mess

Don't treat me arcane

But just the same

as in my old address


Weep again and pull my rope

But there's a string yet to be struck

It calls the avatars

from wide and far

To shake you from your dust 

© 2010 JC Pire


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