The bones of ancient mountains watch us
Hundreds of millions of years old
Reminders of Pangea
When the young Earth was one
Sentinels of time
High granite walls
Always there
Placid
Still
Hear?
Thunder!
Clear white streak
Crashing water
Liquid knife cuts through
Never ceasing turmoil
Sounds of rush and glory
In an ever-changing rhythm
Life blood of a breathing planet
The ancient land is always made new

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week it was a photo prompt and, since I was chosen as poet of the week for the last photo challenge, Colleen used one of my photos. I wrote a double nonet for that hourglass shape. yeah, I like that form ;)

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The photo is of Middle Purgatory Falls, Mont Vernon, New Hampshire. there are three beautiful falls on the Purgatory Brook as well as countless rapids and small waterfalls flowing into the brook.

The Appalachian Mountains were formed hundreds of millions of years ago when all of the plates bumped into each other creating a super continent, Pangea. This later broke apart, yet you can still see the shapes mirrored across oceans, and find rocks on one continent that seem to belong to another.