The Longest Mountain Road
By Anne, age 20, Florida
The longest of mountain roads
Is Long Mountain Road
I have traveled its cow lined path only once
But it has been superglued into my goldfish memory for safekeeping
The trees were bare for the warm lust of spring had not shattered the quiet there yet
The adults split up to do
Boring things that my sister and I had
Slipped away as ghosts to avoid
Across from the house we flew to a field
One that we just had to burst out singing "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE!"
Just like we were
Their majesty commanded it
We played a daring game of follow the leader
Our city girl flip flops at the mercy of fresh cow patties and silent boulders covered in equally silent mossy undergrowth
Sitting upon a tree which held the sky up
Our minds too free to settle into a book
We adventured nearer to the majestic land manatees
And ran off giggling encountering our first cow cries.
Hearing silence just to bring back stories to our friends that it still does exist.
Sometimes when I think of Heaven
I think of you and me on Long Mountain Road.