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The Call Of The Mountain
Thank you, Bill Holland (http://hubpages.com/@billybuc) for getting so many of us old Hubbers back in the fray!
This hub is in response to your Writing Challenge (http://hubpages.com/literature/A-Writing-Challenge-Are-You-Up-For-It) and it's a short story in verse form.
For Gareth, the path seemed much narrower than
He remembered when he had said Goodbye to Jan
He hoisted his knapsack on and set about
Climbing right up to the top of that mount.
With each step, Time rolled back, he went back ten years
When he’d left his home on the mountain with Jan all in tears
He followed the overgrown pathway until
He came to the railroad where the milk cans were filled
Now nothing remained except rotted train tracks
The old bogeys stood motionless, not one intact.
And suddenly, Gareth was filled with new fears
Of What if? And How come? Would he still find her here?
The narrow path up was now o’ergrown with weeds
It looked quite undisturbed for ages by feet
Time was when they ran up and down this pathway
He had to climb faster and find out today
Suddenly everything seemed so very dear
But no sound of welcome could Gareth now hear.
The old barn appeared as he turned round a bend
The silo stood lonely, with no one to mend
Its decrepit state, where, oh where were they all?
Had they all left the mountain as he had, that Fall?
The silence was deafening, only the wind in his ears
Where once there was laughter, now nothing to hear.
He walked round the cottage and on the slope of the hill
He saw them, those three gravestones standing so still
He’d come back for his love as he’d promised he would
Of that grand passion, was this all that stood?
He’d waited too long, and he saw her face dear
Swim before his eyes now as he fought back his tears.
Was the mountain to blame, was it jealous of him?
Did it take back its own and leave him to swim
In his misery, meting out punishment swift
For thinking a mountain girl he could just shift?
He stood there unmoving, like those gravestones near
Her parents and she gone, leaving him alone here.
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