Silver Star by Mark Stevens
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As I looked across this is a valley between two mountains, I'm noticed a sign as part of this overlook for a poem written by William Stafford. Standing there and taking in this view, I tried to imagine this mountain as it lived the life described in the poem... “Silver Star” by William Stafford June 5th, 2009 To be a mountain you have to climb alone and accept all that rain and snow. You have to look far away when evening comes. If a forest grows, you care; you stand there leaning against the wind, waiting for someone with faith enough to ask you to move. Great stones will tumble against each other and gouge your sides. A storm will live somewhere in your canyons hoarding its lightning. If you are lucky, people will give you a dignified name and bring crowds to admire how sturdy you are, how long you can hold still for the camera. And some time, they say, if you last long enough you will hear God; a voice will roll down from the sky and all your patience will be rewarded. The whole world will hear it: “Well done.”