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Old Man MountainOld man mountainhome to rivers and eagles' nestsyour snowy pines leaning westare silver whiskers on a wise old facepurple clouds shadow your peaksthe years in your canyons speakto all whose words are just wastebut old man mountainthere's pipe smoke in puma lairs,wind through pines say someone's thereliving alone in your caveshe's nearer both the earth and skiesthinks winding paths are more civilizedthan roads mapped out and pavedbut was it a woman or a waror just pockets full of wind and chancedoes this world hold little anymorefor a man holding just faith in his handscos old man mountainyou've been father to a manwho longs to live off the landtill it lives off himeven so he thinks all he's heardabout men being only dirthas been the soil of many a sinand old man mountainon the day that he diedsundown across the hillsidewas a rose blooming from stonea fire in a cave burned dimcome Spring that's where they'll find hima woman's photo by his bonesold man mountainhome to rivers and eagles' nestsyour snowy pines leaning westare faded whiskers on a wise old face(c)2004 Robert George