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.
Pulling in the parking lot,
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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