Bald Rock

We planted our feet upon that rock.

Our energy invested in getting to the top.

Freedom anchored in the huge stone.

The ancient place, were the green of the moss shone.

Corners with secret pockets, each with a story to tell.

The old pines stood like soldiers, waiting for the western glow.

Their twisted arms saluted the skyline.

We were rewarded with a view so divine.

A place that makes you feel uplifted and small at the same time.

© Deon Heemskerk 24-11-2012

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