I Lift Up Mine Eyes

They rise.

Bastions of the Ohio Valley –

Cliffs of impressive height

with shoulders of limestone.

Follicles of oak and maple, elm and ash

extrude from their stony skin.

Trees along each summit

are  jagged crenelations shaping my sky.


One feels low here,

far from the heavens,

nestled in this geological fortress,

safe in the embrace of those

well-muscled armsof the high hills

encircling my little town

like a protective mother,

or a jealous God.

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