Adirondack Mountain Sisters
Poem By William A. Carlson
Oh, what tales can you sleeping Mountain Sisters tell,
of ancient times when to the skies your majesty did swell
Could you speak to us of the day, when earliest man first
invaded your domain.
Of the bounty you provided with which you sought to him sustain.
Would you but explain why the Native American was driven from
By settlers who came at first but a few..
Yes, awaken, look upon us now!
Have we brought you health and happiness, or do you
gaze upon us with scorn,
Knowing full well that you'll still be here
long after we are gone.