Look Out Rock

© John Antonius Tabah

Located on a mountain
overlooking our home in the valley,
was a place we named Lookout Rock.

My sisters and I climbed
that mountain to Lookout Rock
feeling tired once at its top.

On that rock, we would see homes
small like toy houses and our neighbors’ cars
moving about the village’s square blocks.

Seeing the cloud filled sky above us,
we’d look down into our valley to watch
the shadows of the clouds pass over the houses.

Sometimes after it rained in the valley,
a rainbow would float through
the misting clouds over the mountain.

Each autumn, the leaves on the
mountain’s trees turned to brilliant
shades of red, yellow, and orange.

On a sunny day, the clouds would spread
their shadows over the tops of the trees,
shimmering their leaves with moving colors.

In spring when the sap would run,
maple trees on the mountain were tapped
for sugar on newly fallen snow.

When my sisters and I look at that mountain
and the valley below it, we remember our time
spent together and the joy of Lookout Rock

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