MOUNT SIGNAL

By Ruby Kuns Simmons

Monarch of mountains, majestic, grand,
Guarding an arid and thirsty land,
Silently watching from lofty heights
The antics of man, his plays, his fights,
Seeing the pages of history turn,
The scroll unroll,
The sands drift on
With no return.
Once the ancient Indian spoke
From thy summit words in smoke.
Now shining, flashing beacons light
The pilot on his trackless flight.
Thy giant-bouldered, granite crest
Looks down on wind and sand and stone,
And man, like thee, must stand alone.


Originally published in
Desert Magazine, April, 1949