Show Poetry e GOSLIN MOUNTAIN By lly Lynn Finch Always I had heard about Goslin Mountain That's where they chased wild horses for sport And gathered cows in the fall for market It had been a long long time since I had heard those memories remembered out loud Last fall For the first time I met Goslin Mountain She was dressed in plain brown and sage and laced with wind She was dried and wrinkled with age and I loved her the moment I saw her Someday Im I'm going back So she can tell me stories Of when my dad chased wild horses around her skirts Submitted by Uintah Poetry Society |