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Snow-covered Porter Mt
Once upon a ridge was I
like a child on Christmas day
Amazed, transfixed, transformed
by what wondering eyes did see.
No words upon my lips sufficed
my camera, futile, in my hand
For only those who, like me, hiked
the mountain could begin to understand.
The long trail ever upward wound
below, the lakes unveiled to see
the distant mountains beckoned me
my spirit laughed...oh joie-de-vivre!
Once upon a ridge was I
like a child on Christmas day
turning 'round and 'round in awe
at valleys, rivers, peaks and sky.
Lu Blanchard is semi-retired and spends free time with family, reading, dancing, singing and enjoying outdoor activities.
Dianna Morris lives in Marcy and fell in love with the woods as a young girl. She is currently attempting to climb all the 46 ADK High Peaks - only 28 more to go.
Harold Pier taught chemistry at Utica College for 40 years and was an avid biker, hiker and skiier after retiring in 2000. He contributed to this blog from its inception in March 2012 until his death in October 2012.
