Mountains Talk

Mountains tell of small feet scratching their backs.
And of the scars they make.
They tell of the long hours that bring out these feet,
And of the shorter ones,
When the feet were sometimes lighter,
Sometimes,
Heavier.
But non were heavy enough to give them scars.
Mountains tell of the tiny feet, light feet, touching there a bit and here,
And of the tickling snow as it falls,
And the wash they get as it rains, And the great hair drier,
The wind,
And the sun that makes their grow.
Mountains have many tales to tell in many languages.
My favourite is Scottish.