Prose: Mountains and Valleys of Hope
Mountains and Valleys of Hope
Why are hopes merely lofty mountains,
otherwise, far-off beautiful scenic valleys,
somewhere in the distant and hazy horizon,
only to be gazed upon, be dreamed
about or imagined by those
who have the faith or vision to do so,
elsewise eventually scaled or ventured toward
by those few souls daring to risk the arduous,
lengthy, trek or otherwise be left to either
artists to draw, paint or sketch panoramics,
as well as poets and writers to pen and publish
flowery sonnets, prose, articles, novels or books,
never to be truly experienced and lived by most,
save by those willing to make their hopes
reality for both themselves as well as others,
dreaming, envisioning and seeking something
much better and different for all of humanity.
This has been a question, among others,
too often gone unanswered, through the ages,
at least until a future generation finally does so.
Morgan W. Brown
Monday, March 4, 2024
Montpelier, Vermont, USA
Photo: Camel's Hump (taken from the Hubbard Park tower in Montpelier, by Morgan W. Brown; circa: Sunday, May 31, 2009)
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