A poem about the secrets a mountain can tell.
One day while out on a walk,
I came upon a very chatty mountain spirit.
It was the embodiment of a huge mountain out by Devils Path.
Sugar-loaf mountain was what people round here called it.
And what secrets it could tell.
It told tales of the Mob hiding out in it’s crevices,
stuffing bodies in places they shouldn’t.
It spoke of hidden treasures,
deep with in the…