Mt. Moosilauke (1941) - Poem
Moosilauke
Mount Moosilauke! the changing seasons' toll,
Above your lofty ridge, eternally
Leaves bare the massive dome that used to be
The seat of Gitche Manito's control
When Indians with paddle or with pole
Canoed on lakes and rivers silently,
Or filed down forest-pathways shadowy,
Between high hills that in the distance roll.
Your Beaver Brook, with crystalline cascade,
Seeks Kinsman Notch in swiftly-rushing flow;
And many winters' cooling hands have laid
Upon your wooded shoulders robes of snow;
While Jobildunk Ravine has ever made
A man seem insignificant below!
From Sunset Wings by William P. Fowler, 1981.
