Souvenirs

I recall when we climbed "Stone Mountain",
Looking out over mile after mile
Of tall Georgia pine reaching skyward
In worship. It still makes me smile
To think of that day, so majestic and free
Where sight never sees and sound never hears.
A small piece of granite
From high on the mountain
Became my most treasured
Of all souvenirs.
Not platinum or silver,
Not diamond or gold,
Not emerald or ruby red stone.
A piece of a memory.
A glorious moment.
God and the mountain...
And me all alone.

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