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A thousand steps

Mark the place

Where workers scaled

This mountain face.

We,

For a view

Their steps retrace

Then past the stairs

Ones they built there

We scramble higher

What seek we?

Yonder vistas rare

We reach a cliff

Then sit and stare

Far, far below

Lie Jack’s Narrows

We glimpse Mapleton

And around a bend

Winds a freight train

Like a long-lost friend

Through the gap there flows

That ribbon of water

There she goes..

The Juniata

The blue ridges

Into the distance

Disappear

A sigh of contentment

A breeze stirs the air

It’s peace up here

The birds in the air

And the trees seem to hear

My thoughts of introspection

And thoughtful reflection.

We scramble back down

Watching for snakes

Being careful of

The rocks that shake.

We soon rejoin

The trail Standing Stone.

And jolt, dance, and leap

Down those steps

From which we began.

So,

In conclusion

Take a friend

Go for a hike

Up mountainside

Or down a stream

Life’s too short

To never dream.

~S. Wenger