Lines read in an anthology twenty years ago. It was short, less than twenty lines (?).
A man (men?) is walking on a trail beneath a mountain (s).
The mountain begins to rumination on how fragile men are,
how fleeting their existence…
The mountain describes his physical traits, his massiveness, his almost eternal bulk…

Jerrygarner7,

This one comes to mind but is a shot in the dark.

Fable
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter, "little prig":
Bun replied,
You are doubtless very big,
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year,
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.


John

Thanks JH, same theme, but ‘my mountain.’ is very sarcastic of the feeble limitations of the man.

Hi, I would appreciate any and all help with this. My dad had a copy of a poem about four years ago and lost it. Now he is desperate to find it again but can give me no details about it other than it had a Native american flavor and was refering to "hunting" . Also thought that the Author was Dickenson, but I spent 3 hours on-line and could'nt find what I was looking for. I know this is an imposing task, any help would be greatly appreciated.

Any help would be greatly appreciated!! My father had a poem four years ago and lost it, now he is desperate to find it again but can give me no details other than it had a native american flavor and made referance to "hunting". He also said that he thought the author might be Dickenson but I spent 4 hours on-line and came up with nothing. I know that this is an imposing task but if anyone has a clue, would you share it with me?

Thanks!
Kimberly