Katahdin
There’s a mountain named Katahdin at the end of a long path. She’ll keep you looking forward, never looking back.
Through snow and rain and mud and trials. She’ll lead you onward, counting off the miles.
Not knowing what to expect when I see her face. Years of wonder, leading to this chase.
She calls out to you sharply, urging you forward. Meeting her eyes is what pulls you toward her.
Seeing her beauty is the task at hand. Up on her summit, few will stand.
Getting so close, you’ll hesitate and wait. The fear of the end, impossible to shake.
Step by step and mile by mile. You’ll wait a little longer, stay a little while.
Until the inevitable, there you’ll be. Gazing up at her, standing at her feet.
You’ll climb and stumble and climb some more. Until you reach her peak of grandeur that soars.
Katahdin, your might and beauty stops at nothing. I came to meet you and whisper you something.
You’ve been my dream for years on end. Reaching your summit, my life I’d spend.
Finally I found you, in all your glory. Finishing out this Katahdin story.
Finding Katahdin 
That’s so beautiful. The way you have described the mountain makes her seem alive to me. Thank you so much for sharing your journey.
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