Mountains call

Flint sparks
Mountains call
Crowds roar at ballpark
Majestic and tall
Trees barren and stark
Red and white stitched baseball
Handwritten letter and postmark
Leather stitched football
Sings a skylark
She tightens her shawl
In the dark
Exits the dance hall
Scarlet tears mark
Shame's prison wall
Hope embarks
Against the thunderous squall
As narrative arcs
Within society's protocol
Hand-in-hand in the parks
Souls entrall
Entwined names benchmarks
Before bodies fall
Flame sparks
Mountains call.

By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
10-30-2016
Happy Birthday,Andrew!

The mountains are calling and I must go.
― John Muir