I see before me the heaven-touching mountains
like rows of thorns
Against the sky's silky blue dress,
Swollen, with trees, with swirling birds,
Singing in symphony, colorfully dressed,
Mountains that worship God all day,
And lift their strong arms in praise,
Mountains that on foggy days
Hide in the mist to play,
Upon whose trails to the peak dwells
The legendary figure of Urayoán,
Looming, scouring serene
Far, far into the horizon
Wondering what has become of Borinquen,
Mountains, giants, silent witnesses
Symbol of strength and character.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I love nature, specially the mountains. In Puerto Rico we have the central range mountains dominating our country's landscape. I wanted to post a pic, but a desisted and just let my words paint the pic in your mind. Urayoán was a tribal chief of the Pre-Colombian Tainos who called Puerto Rico, Borinquen.
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Comments5
Beautiful story and use of metaphors!
Thank you for reading my poem and for your kind words.
Awesome write
Thank you Tony...
Welcome
Graceful poetry, willyweed came out slinging you came out swinging metaphors, hard hitting poetry,
Wow. Puerto Rico was inhabited over 2,000 years ago. The mountains know. Nice mental picture.
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