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D.Musgrave writes

"This poem is about a Cumbrian crag, some say Falcon crag, looking down on a man passing by and seeing him as transient, but the crag will be there forever. The photo "Four Small Men" by Robert Bratton in the UKC photo gallery also shows our insignificance compared to the hills."

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In reply to Mick Ryan - Editor - UKC:

Nice
captainH has a similar one in his gallery that I love - shows just how small we are, compared to the mountains.

In reply to Mick Ryan - Editor - UKC:

Enjoyed this

In reply to Mick Ryan - Editor - UKC:

Great photo, great words. Cheers.

In reply to Mick Ryan - Editor - UKC:

Hmm, given our exploitation of mineral resources the crag is probably only there because it is of no industrial/economic use to us. We do move mountains when we wish. I wonder what the slate crags in Llanberis "thought" before...?

Should the crag be unconcerned as it watches other transient atoms destroyed by a plague of humanity? Does it care if the ecosystem it supports is destroyed? Are we supposed to emulate the attitude of the crag as climbers and destroy the environment around it carelessly since the crag will remain? Why not chip the hell out of it, most of the crag will survive?

Is this just a naieve piece of feel-good poetry of little value today? Does Mick cry over greeting card rhyme?

In reply to Mick Ryan - Editor - UKC: Inspiring photo and nicely matched poem. For a while I thought the photo WAS of Falcon Crag!

In reply to Mick Ryan - Editor - UKC:

Nice

Very nice.