This geologic oddment in the Berkshires,
our bald uncle, with busted nose, looms
where echo of the penultimate Mohican sounds,
unperturbed by pale poets, disturbers of myth,
who revere the Hawthorne-Melville rain delay.
Snug as it would fit in the hopper of majestic Mount Greylock,
for us with tastes prosaic, Monument Mountain is our pet rock.
– Dave Read
(earlier version published by Trustees of Reservations, 2008, Views of Monument Mountain.)
Responding to Mohican concerns, The Trustees have updated the lexicon relative to Monument Mountain; hence, a new poem about one of the Berkshires finest places. > Peeskawso Peak.