Under the Gaze of Signal Mountain Bright sun on Signal Mountain, blue-framed By the crystalline vault of the azure sky. Ancient secrets lurk in hills once named A 'Dark and Bloody Ground' in days gone by. Not for me today these ancient tales Of greed and hope and long past heroes' deed - Today is day enough for me; it fails To bother me that here is epic's seed. A wanderer of sorts, I may not be Acceptable to some, like part-time bard My place the kitchen once I've sang my glee - But that's enough. Though sad, I won't be scarred. And so this day is one of rest beneath the clear And lovely sky, to dwell on what is dear. copyright E Glas Durboraw, February 24, 2002 - Chattanooga