By Harem
Date: 9 March 2001
~ CHEROKEE ~
Towering above me , quiet giants of nature….
As I drive closer to them, up up up , motor humming….
A novelty so new to me, so very awe inspiring….
Closer and closer, the horizon of giants moving toward me….
Pleasing to the eyes, yet frightening to the spirit…
The rain having eased up, leaving the air mysterious and foreboding…
Thick light grey clouds of storms aftermath hovering above the tops…
Oozing down the sides, as icing slides down the walls of a still warm
cake…
My mind is mesmerized by their beauty and gradiose stature…
Feeling so small in comparison to these mounds of rock and trees…
My emotions are struck so deeply, that I cannot hold back the tears…
Inwardly I chide myself for lack of control…
Difficulty seeing the road , thru my own stream of salty droplets…
Forcing myself to dry up the flow of foolishness…
Not wanting to miss even a second of the intense arousal of my senses…
Thru visions of swollen land pushed upwards, dipping suddenly into deep
ravines …
Stately they peak and rise from the valleys between…
Dark green with shadows of grey and black smiling around the edges…
Amid all days, sunny or overcast there occurs phenomena…
Small white puffs of smoke constantly rise from between the trees…
Spiraling upward in a never ending display of pouf after pouf…
The haunting of smoke signals from indian ghosts …
From afar, the call of these mountains beckons me…
Come closer, drawing me like a magnet with irresistible pull…
Feeling their presence, as if alive full of spirit talking to me…
They exude of time immemorial, where so long ago, others lived and died…
The underbrush remembers many footsteps over the years gone by…
Of bears and deer, indian children, women kneeling down giving birth…
Rock, shale and dirt are filled with tears and blood of those who trekked
these hills…
Those seeking shade and shelter beneath natures canopy of mountain
treasures…
They are but a gift to those fortunate enough to see them, and touch them…
To taste and feel the presence of natures giants, as they live and
breathe in staturesque charm…
Enchanting me dramatically beyond my preconceived expectations…
Causing a three day mountain exploration to become four …
Torrential downpour of rain drowning my last night in the heights of
Cherokee lore…
Forever changing my lifes ebb , enhancing my memories of the haunting
giants…
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