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Mountain men helped to shape the America we now call
home. They lived solitary lives high within the snow peaks
surrounded by Grizzlies and rough terrain. And Mountain
men inspire us to this day with their grand stories of
adventure. This book contains poetry written by a
modern day Mountain man, a man whose heart is in the
wilderness and among the vast mountain ranges of the
West. Full of wisdom and heart warming thoughts. A
good book to share around the campfire!
home. They lived solitary lives high within the snow peaks
surrounded by Grizzlies and rough terrain. And Mountain
men inspire us to this day with their grand stories of
adventure. This book contains poetry written by a
modern day Mountain man, a man whose heart is in the
wilderness and among the vast mountain ranges of the
West. Full of wisdom and heart warming thoughts. A
good book to share around the campfire!
Cover photo by Author Curtis
Simonson and Jessica Simonson
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Simonson and Jessica Simonson
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Poetry from the Book
| Snow capped mountains luring in my gaze they loom down like God’s watchmen towers in the clouds guarding all the valleys the Grandfathers of earth’s form majestic and splendid captivating my soul I long for the mountains from a boy to a man my heart was set I had to go go and get lost in the wonder pine covered wonder forever my dream now I am gratefully stuck trapped in all their beauty an explorer of tall ranges exploring to sooth my longing heart a heart that beats to the outdoors every rock and molded shape all the trees and hidden creatures I roam freely vastness is my playground God’s wonderful playground surrounded by snow capped mountains |
| Early morning dawns a white shadow lurks about smelling prey, ready to strike the wolf hunts a lone wolf moves switchbacks across a hill a hill riddled with fallen brush hiding in silence a mother elk listens listening to the nearing of deadly paws hungry paws ready to pounce silence dawn breaks the night shadows vanish a lone wolf bursts from hiding it pounces into a thicket mother elk reacts running to protect her young the young that lay in tall grasses she is a moment too late the white wolf has it’s meal it flashes from the thicket victim in jaw then vanishes over the crest of the hill the early morning dawns |
| Simple simplicity the joy of an easy life burden free following Jesus Christ putting your desires to the side traveling traveling where the Lord wants sandals with a staff his good word on thy lips belief in utter righteousness a straight path straightened by the Lord forgiven of sins but always falling short living life by the will of God simply that- a simple life nothing can compare |
Author Curtis Simonson
| A deep dark cave by the glow of lantern light sifting- panning rock gold diggers hats rolled back California heat a starving family waits working for the chance unknown flickering lantern they wipe through sweat digging for fortune treasure within within a caves depths family on mind love swings axe picking and chipping hope for luck a starving family waits digger pans patiently pans the day away burning lantern oil digging for family panning for love |
| A thorny crown for the King whips and chains spitting and laughing passerby’s a wooden hold erecting on the hill driven nails pounded for all mankind the King hangs sun beating, heat scorching beside him a wicked man pleads pleading for salvation the King saves a woman cries- my son, my King it is done the earth quakes stone falls rumbling clouds engulf the sky blood soaks into cloth trembling soldiers sin is forgiven it is done it is done |
| Mankind makes life difficult choosing wide roads rarely narrows to live you must do to fish you must cast cast your line with faith patience with the doing always doing patiently trusting in the labor preparing for tomorrow’s success man doesn’t believe belief it can be done dreams remain dreams easier to live dreams than longing for their truth longing and dreams go; go grab those dreams too much thought dreams remain dreams doing, doing, doing the only way is doing to live you must do grab your dreams and |
| Midnight fire swirling logs flames caressing wood but never touching a cowboy with his pipe relaxing in the warmth mountains holding up a sky of stars a brown mare neighs in the night tied to a tall oak she rests from the day just outside the camp prowls an Indian brave he watches the fire through the trees from the darkness he watches a mighty Indian brave the cowboy suspects no trouble unaware what lurks about moccasins tiptoe over leaves another puff from the cowboy’s pipe feathers dangle from a bone tipped spear a moment waits for different worlds to collide with a flash and a screaming call the Indian brave charges the camp a six shot revolver is pulled from its holster a spear soars through a fire illuminated night lead balls ring out from a chamber the fire doesn’t flinch two worlds collide |
Author Curtis Simonson
Author Curtis Simonson
Author Curtis Simonson and Jessica Simonson