The Mountain Calls
by Mark Gregory
The mountain calls, but you have flown,
Leaving us to mourn alone.
Your love for skiing was so strong;
Now the mountain sings its doleful song.
Your spirit soared with the wind in your face,
The thrill and adrenaline of the race;
The feeling of snow beneath your feet,
As you swished and swerved all down the piste.
And as we stand to say goodbye,
We hear the mountain’s sorrowful cry,
Echoing in the wind and snow,
A reminder of how you loved to go.
For in the mountain’s call we hear,
The echo of a love so dear.
And though you may have said goodbye,
Your spirit soars through snowy skies.