View From the Mountain by Marc J. Yacht

View from the Mountain

Marc J. Yacht



The air is thin but pure

As icy gusts chaff my skin

while a mother eagle soars

and eaglets fill her nest.


My parka is strung tight

Against the severe cold

Yet, I will remain

Among the clouds.


So undisturbed and peaceful

This place in limitless space

I see the mountain tops

And that is all I see.


I wish no part of the valley

So much trouble there

As factions fight by day

And anger fills the night.


I can only hope

That what is down below

Will never look up

Then fill the mountains.