The Epochs That Built the Mountains
Hear now, Great Mother of my land, Your ghost haunts all that is here, now, Here, that I call home. Here - now, Laurentia is upon The soul of a northern one Who wishes to know her. Secrets cast in stone And locked by the hands of time Are the only remnants Of a land lost to the ages. A stone image of a seafarer Cradled skyward upon a ridge Has spoken of my mountains With an incredible voice Passing ghosts from the rocks To my dreams. Hear now, Great Mother of my land That you are upon my dreams, You, great Laurentia!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Upon this world Even lands wander Upon journeys of thousands of miles. And in this epoch A great ocean dies Before the march of the lands' last embrace. The death of one Earth In genesis of another Brings lands closer to what our ages know. For behold, great forces below Upend the basin and the mountains now rise! Land comes upon land in an old, grand epoch of change. When all lands are in search of each other, The seas will yield before their advance, For behold, great forces below Upend the basin and the mountains now rise!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Rise to the heavens; Reach out through time. When lands collide, Let the mountains rise. Rise to the heavens as all lands gather, Riding the storms within the Earth. In this brief moment before it seems That all life will die, Something beautiful happened, And my Appalachians rose proudly into the sky! Long ago, my mountains were the tallest, Before wind and rain had their say. But even today, only ignorant eyes Can look upon these Appalachians And call them "humble." For they have borne skyward The fractured remains of a time That tell us about the forgotten age Of a once different Earth. Rise to the heavens and unite distant epochs, For all lands became one In the moments of your origin. And bear thee skyward the imprints of ancient times, For you are the mighty Appalachians, Old and beautiful; You are a testament of the Earth!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Span of the Earth; Many have become but one Ancient giant, For the lands came upon greatness and fused. And in the middle, Mountains like none before Kissed the heavens and stood against All that time could summon. Span of the Earth; Mother of my mountains! Fire below; The forge of all epochs! The Earth above; The face of eternal change! The mountains high; The dreams of the gods themselves! The greatest of lands Destined to be torn asunder; For giants that seem unmoveable Flow as rivers charging from the mountains. Span of the Earth; An old world's ghosts in a new age, Though the story of my mountains Is far from ending!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
How can it be That the river is stronger than the mountain, The water can move the land, That the Rain can crumble to boulder? How can it be? How can it be The the river can stand it ground, And say, "The mountain shall not rise here, And my course to the sea shall remain, Unabated"? For when the mountain tried to give the river To the heavens, the river cut back down, Saying, "None shall move me from this Earth!" But these things are to be this world, That the river can carve the land, That this Earth - forever changed - Changes forever!
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
A miracle are these mountains; they have withstood. And cruelties many they have defied. A miracle are these mountains, for they still stand. The ages spared no hardship upon this tortured land. Withstand the ages that would see your end. These mountains withstood; these mountains survived. These mountains still stand; these mountains still live. Through endless time, from old Earth to new, These mountains have stood; these mountains still live. Ages of sun and atmosphere Wrought destruction upon these mountains. Buried and uncovered, with once proud peaks Rended and cast into the sea, my mountains stand, still. And when all lands are again one, My Appalachians will reach the heavens once more.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
When these mountains rose, the Earth gained a new beauty. And when these mountains rose, A new soul was brought upon this land. For the mountains sing the tales of the ages, And they bring the heavens closer to the Earth. My mountains stand, so eternal and glorious As the genesis of endless wonder. See now what remains of ages ancient -To this land -To this world. For the mountains sing the tales of the ages, And they bring the heavens closer to my heart, As my soul calls out to the ancient epochs, That echo still from peak to shaded valley.
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026