TIME MOVES ON - An Old Man of the Mountain Tale
by Paul D Berube
Friday, February 17, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A variation of Chapter Four from my book - TRAIL OF THE OLD MAN
During the industrial age
Tales about the Old Man spread more
Some were fact and others legend
Still, the people enjoyed the lore
A highway was built through the notch
Later became an interstate
Huge trucks created vibrations
Pollution soon came to his lake
No longer a lush, green valley
His face became a tool for greed
Trying to lure more tourists in
The piranha began to feed
Vibrations swept through his mountain
Moving just one rock at a time
Forming cracks all around his home
His foundation no longer prime
Despite one family's efforts
To hold Old Stone Face in his place
It was just a matter of time
Before we'd lose sight of his face
The Old Man sent us messages
But they simply fell on deaf ears
All of the warnings were ignored
Some said you could see the Man's tears
So, a piece of our history
Would soon come to a bitter end
People came to see him and asked
"What's happening to our old friend?"
Then on May Third, Two Thousand Three
The Old Man came crashing on down
But I still remember the times
He helped chase away many a frown
I believe we should rebuild him
Yes, we have the technology
He was such an amazing sight
Bring him back for our kids to see!
Not simply as our state's icon
Cry out with a rallying call
"Let us rebuild that Old Stone Face
As an inspiration for all"
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|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Seems like a worthwhile project for a variety of reasons. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle
|Love your old man poems Paul. Thanks.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|They need to rebuild the Old Man in the Mountain, so future generations can see his face once again! Well done, Paul!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Thanks Ed, for telling me it was New Hampshire and that is not a fictional tale. Well written, and I hope it spurs a movement to have the old man restored.
Back in nineteen sixty-eight, I planned to see the drive-through redwood tree in Yosemite. Halfway up the mountain, a chain across the road and a sign announced that the “road was closed for the winter.” That winter, the old giant fell, and the drive-through tree was no more.
I did get to see the evening Firefall off Half Dome that occurred every evening during the summer. Park Rangers would build a bonfire and then push it off the summit with a bulldozer, creating a fiery ember fall. That practice was discontinued shortly after because of air pollution and the cost.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|That would be nice to see him again...though its been like a hundred years since I was last in NH...hell, I can't hardly get out of NJ...;-)e|