Moran Descends

denny hill 2

Descending Denny Hill, and turning
Around to look once more, my mind
Was uphill all the way, and burning
To race ahead, and through the blind
Discoveries of chance, my fortune
Created here. So pay attention,
My father said, and dividends
Of water, fire, air and lands –
As far as eye can see – will tender
A promissory cashiered in fame.
The everlasting hills by name
And lore inflame the child with wonder:
As suns will set, so smoke will rise –
Why do they seek no compromise?


  1. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    The poetry of fire meets the poetry of money.

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