Mountain

I left the past on a mountain
Lying on a big rock, in the sun

It wasn't the tallest mountain
It was pretty tall, though
Cloaked in pine trees
Carpeted with dead pine needles

I sat on a rock, in the sun
Overlooking the valley below
There were pine trees there, too
Except in patches, where old fires
Had burned them away

I left my past on the mountain
Lying on a big rock, in the sun

If figured the moutain could handle it
Old as it was


~ PeteVG