Buck Mountain Poem
A self-written poem about my family's experience with a mountain in upstate New York.
Buck Mountain
Driving down Pilot knob road,
Our family shifts to mountain mode.
Driving down Pilot knob road,
Our family shifts to mountain mode.
Pulling
in the parking lot,
We’d have to give it all we got.
We’d have to give it all we got.
Once
we began the ascending trail,
Buster
takes lead and wags his tail.
A
three mile journey to the top,
We
all worked together non-stop.
Buck
Mountain we did embrace.
Rock-laden
trail was hard to face.
We
conquered it and the trip is stored,
Seeing a view no one could afford.
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