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Poems by Murray Poets and Poems About Murray County
William Martin Sapp
I see from my window a mountain
High over its fellows anigh,,
Reflecting the sky's purest azure,
A gem in the clear eastern sky.
High over the hills and the valleys,
My friend greets the glances of Dawn,
And catches the last rays at twilight,
When care of the day have all gone.
In solitude muses the mountain,
With its Maker and God, over all,
And transmits its God-given counsels
To creatures of earth, great and small.
Its psychic communion finds lodgment-
It cheers me and soothes me each day-
It comes as a sweet benediction
And drives my life's sorrows away.
Bulwark against storms thru the ages,
There thunders with sunbeams abide,
All tell on its yesteryear pages
The secrets Dame Nature would hide.
The sun, moon and stars pay obeisance
And smile on this mount, first and last.
"Tis mighty—a lord of creation—
A creature of some remote past.
Whence the crown of stones on its summit,
Confused by the rude hand of time?
And what is the secret well guarded,
And what is the truth of its prime?
Did danger or worship demand it?
Did natives or knights rear its crown,
When builders assembled and planned it,
Was it with a smile or a frown?
A cumulus cloud for a pillow,
A drapery of soft stratus bars,
A couch on the mists of the valleys,
A canopy spangled with stars.
All sphinx-like in silence it muses,
Its secrets refusing to tell,
Each morning I transmit my greetings,
At eventide nod a farewell.
Murray County Poetry
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