The first to walk my way.

Photo copyright: A mixed bag.

Photo copyright: A mixed bag.

The first to walk my way? A family of mammoths, enjoying the sanctuary that the lee of my slopes offered. Many generations followed breaking the ground and forming a trail. Which would become a lifeline for thousands of years to come for those who followed them.

What ever the weather the flatten ledges allowed anyone travelling my way a degree of protection.

However over time those who traversed my slopes would change. I remember the first hunters. They would stop and check the vistas, being wary of the bears and packs of wolves. Sometimes I would catch them smiling at the swaths of flowers which adorned my flanks.

Later when autumn came and the leaves fell, then the panoramic vistas would really open out. But only the desperate came then; for tackling the mountains without shelter was fraught with danger.

Storms would sweep the leaves into swirling demonic shapes. Then came the snow, obliterating the trails. Yet spring always returns; and with each spring new travellers appear. However today they rarely seem to see walk my way. Preferring speed and being encased in automobiles. Long gone is my youthful wilderness. But for a few the leaves still offer magic.  

This Post Has 22 Comments

  1. JS Brand

    Nicely described Michael. You’ve put me in the mood for a walk.

    1. Michael Humphris

      So pleased, walking is great.

  2. Rosemary Carlson

    Michael, you really are a lovely literary writer.

    1. Michael Humphris

      Thank you for such a kind comment Rosemary, which makes writing a pleasure

  3. Iain Kelly

    One of the disadvantages of traveling by car is missing the scenery around you. Nicely described.

    1. Michael Humphris

      Thank you Iain, cars offer so much, yet take away so much.

  4. mandibelle16

    I enjoyed this Michael. The personification of the man’s was done really well and was an interesting POV of to take. There is a hint if sandness in the modern world but I love how you end with the “magic” of Autumn leaves still offering hope for more people to use this land and create memories for the land and themselves upon it.

  5. Michael Humphris

    I was pleased to hear that the sadness came through, but also that hope for the future remained. Thank you so much Mandi

  6. prior..

    hear, hear
    stop and smell the roses – I mean stop and enjoy the leaves and all of nature’s seasons. nicely written 🙂

    1. Michael Humphris

      Thank you.

  7. James

    Time from a mountain’s perspective. Very good.

    1. Michael Humphris

      Thank you James – this is a section from a longer story about a gap in the Pennine hills.

  8. neeltheauthor

    Beautiful writing, Michael. Your very best.

    1. Michael Humphris

      That is so kind of you Neel. I was writing about a subject important to me.

  9. Sheena

    Lovely. Sad…beautiful…nostalgic yet hopeful.

    1. Michael Humphris

      Sheena, thank you for such a kind comment.

  10. ceayr

    Poetic and sad, with a hint of hope.
    Made me think of a recent visit to Rannoch Moor, bleakly beautiful

    1. Michael Humphris

      Bleakly beautiful will do for me. Just like the Rannock Moors

  11. athling2001

    So sad, that the spirit of the earth has been forgotten. Well done.

    1. Michael Humphris

      I do agree – thank you for your comment

  12. Sunday Fiction

    Beautifully posed Michael.

    1. Michael Humphris

      Thank you so much, SF.

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