Mountain High



The road traversed long, sometimes narrow
and steep. Oh! So very high up -
and, then - down. Winding along
through canyons of red and grey stone
with scraggly trees and shrubs.




Leaving my car behind,
for a bit of a hike, I wandered
along a well worn trail. Ancient land,
Indian land, land of migrating
wild cats and who knows what else.



Land that my father lives on.
Land that one day will be "mine"
or so he says in his trust.
Land that really belongs
to no one and yet, everyone.

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