The Day the Mountain Burst


There was a tree

Its branches strong and proud

Sturdy trunk

Now but a stump

Since the day the forest died


There was a stag

With antlers sleek and broad

Firm built back

Now but bony rack

Since the day his ranges dried


There was a man

With limbs stoutly sinewed

A hearty laugh

Now a chortling gag

Since the day his family passed


There was a mountain

Both tall and steep

Shrouded in dewy mist

Now but ashen pits

Since the day its hot heart burst


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