BHS Inkwell 2017-2018

The mountains Bring me The serenity Of photos painted With the wind and the clouds. I love to roam Between the turns and the turns Of your face. When I look up, I see the freckles Of your constellations; I can follow them with my fingers. I see a woman, A happy family, A phoenix Beating his strong wings. My feet press On the cold earth Creating another piece Of a map that Has not yet been drawn. I love to lose myself In your tracks and caverns: Your silence is the sweetest music I have ever heard; Your beauty Must never be exploited; Your rocks, trees, and leaves Must be left how they are. I hope that your treasures Continue to be precious; An Ode to the Mountains By Aubrey Albimino

I hope that your value Continues to be sacred; I hope that my grandchildren Can know you and love you Like I have loved you.

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