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Does a tail peak feel proud of it# height or does it feel left out and lonely?
Do they groan beneath the weight of highways and cars?
Do they cry with silent tears at the pain of countless fires caused by a careless flick of a match or * thoughtlessly tossfed cigaf rette, burning their lovely features and scaring their bodies?
People of Rappahannock, these are your mountains I’m speaking of: Turkey, Red Oak, Fodder Stack, and the countless others.
Do you know them? Do you feel the peaee radiated from their - bosoms ? 'Do you realise the, secu£, ity oUr mountains otter against aggression, their walls, a natural fortress in time of strife?
Do you see them through an artist’s eyes, sensitive to line and color?
Do you see them through a geologist’s eyes, speculating as to min. —eral content, rock texture, and formation?
Do you see them' through my eyes, appreciative of the sweep of the range, the dip of the hollows? m
Are you blinded as I am, by the splendor of autumn foliage? of summer haze - blue? Are you ns* awed as I am, by the mystery of - their being? .
Do you see them only because they are there? If you do—look again and when you see them with understanding you will feel satisfied with the gifts that are yours. Those of smelling, movement, seeing, and the surging exhiliration Of just being alive. * Our mountains art,a. gift-of , .God and nature. ;¥;': We must love them, take care of them, and try to learn the lesson of patience and tolerance they ’ are trying to teach us. - --— .—i •
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