(From My Novel 'Searching For Crazy Horse': Published 2011)
Song From The Mountaintop
Columbia Falls, Montana- September, 2003
The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak,
bear tracks visible in the spring thawing snow
Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land,
the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen all in bloom
The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb,
searching for that redemption never offered below
The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den,
the road to all new entry having now been cleared
Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts
it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal
In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon,
tying close the promises like good wishes on a Christmas morning
It’s springtime even on the highest peak,
and old questions lost of meaning now seem gone away...
Until reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning,
—holding nothing back
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Your deliberate choice of words in writing this poem allows me, the reader, to visualize the amazing beauty of that magical ‘Mountaintop’ that you were blessed to experience.
Laura 🌻
Thanks, I\\\'m sitting here writing and listening to Laura Nyro sing as only
she can.
If you\\\'ve never listened to her you may want to. She explains musically why she will always be my muse. I first saw her in concert in 1969 and she changed my life forever.
Listen to \'Eli And The 13th Confession\'
"Emily,
you must have been
a weavers mother
born for the looms
desire"
Have a great weekend.
Kurt
Thank you, Kurt.
I will definitely look into it and listen to \'Eli And The 13th Confession\' as you suggested. I’m looking forward to it.
You have a great weekend as well.
Laura🌻
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