Shall meet at Monument Mountain, and follow
Mohican Monument Trail, through the seasons
of the soul, to Peeskawso* Peak, and there to rest.
*Mohican for “virtuous woman.”
Same mountain, earlier poem:
Paean to an Eminence
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.)