“Bull Mountain” a poem



Shadows play on the old bull’s face

Moving sun up, til sun down

Red faced at sunrise

Ashen at sunset

Keeping guard over the valley

The old bull is unmoved

Ever vigilant as the seasons pass

Dust storm or snow

Weathered and worn

He stands aloof

Broad shouldered

A formidable beast

Gazing northward

And east

Silent and still

Watching all

Placed by the Almighty’s hand

Pushed upward by the Almighty’s will

© 2016 Leo J. Woodman


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