Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MOUNTAINEER, by FRANK PIERCE GALLAGHER


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THE MOUNTAINEER, by                    
First Line: He sits astride his brawny horse
Last Line: We would be mountaineers.
Subject(s): Mountain Climbing; Nature


He sits astride his brawny horse,
And gazes o'er the vale,
And down the mountain's winding course,
O'er tree, o'er rock, and trail;
And in the heaven his sight is stopped
By tinted wall of blue,
While on the ground sparse growths of moss
Are sweating crystal dew.

He wears a wide, capacious hat,
Which screens him from the glare;
And heavy woolen mackinaw,
Disarming frigid air;
His trousers stand the wear of time,
His shoes of stable leather,
Which Broadway might style curios,
Are mated to rough weather.

The unpolluted mountain breath
He scents with earnest joy,
Filling his lungs, the while he feels
As sprightly as a boy.
What power is sheltered in this man!
The whole world lies beneath him;
Dame Nature reigns with him as one;
Such gold does fate bequeath him.

When o'er the city we find palls
Of smoke and dusty airs,
And see its clangorous, herding life,
We would be mountaineers.





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