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Mohonk Retreat: A Poem
The copper scent of rotting leaves
familiar like spilled blood, warm,
rising in autumn wind thermals.
Sweet pined air tastes the vague
moistness of moss covered rock
cold and metallic breathed in.
Carved stone opens a deep crevasse
pioneered a century ago by wealthy
barons searching hard for leisure.
Finding the fissure implausible, they
paid for a ladder scaling eighty feet,
a lifetime, out of the Giant’s Workshop,
and left below the broken bodies, those
who built their escape from boredom.
© 2010 Jay Decker
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Some links to related Hubs and information
- The Mohonk Mountain House website
The Mountain House as it is today. A very expensive hotel.
- Autumn In New Paltz, New York
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