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
Just in case anyone wants to use a photo (I don’t know why): All photos are owned by Jay Decker and/or L. M. Photography and may be used for non-commercial internet publication, provided photograph(s) is (are) attributed and backlinked to the originating sight. Otherwise all rights are reserved. ©2010 Jay Decker
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
Several years ago when first I transferred from Plattsburgh to New Paltz, New York, I didnt know what to expect. My emotions were an equal mix of excitement and fear as I began a new chapter in my life....