This Poem was Submitted By: Gene Dixon On Date: 2001-11-24 21:33:49 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Slate Mountain - A Rite of Passage

Fifty feet - or more - a gash of pure slate sabered into the hillside by some long-ago tremor. Shark's eye black, smooth as a slick smile and awesome, like a cresting tsunami. All that to ten year old eyes. Awesome and all that to the torn-knee, worn seat, blue-jean wrapped riders of cardboard magic carpets. All that and then some! We dared the climb through thorn stemmed bushes, green as Ireland, purpled with berries that painted summer-sweet stains on bravado grins. We breathed the challenge of top-to-bottom twenty second plunges into eternity, jeans to cardoard, cardboard to slate, eyes to blue sky, souls to God. It ended like an answered prayer. A jolting surprise of survival with no more dues paid than a scuffed sneaker. I remember the victory chant over cheers of challenge met - Is that all there is?

Copyright © November 2001 Gene Dixon


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