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Mount Scott
Ken Hada


Crawl through granite and cedar

where wind and sun bake clean.

Sit where silence rules wind,

a road three thousand feet below,

spotted blue lakes beyond.

Look out to flatland extending

as far as imagination carries

yet that distance is no farther

than the hope and fear

we allow inside our hearts.

When life is battled and bottled

take your bruises to the mountain,

rest in cedar shade until color

of granite pinkens your gills,

know the heart will soon follow.

From Margaritas & Redfish
(Lamar UP, 2013).
Used here with the author's permission.


Ken Hada is a professor at East Central University in Ada, Oklahoma. Author of six books, he was raised in the rural Ozarks and enjoys hiking, flyfishing, and kayaking. Says Ken, “I find the natural order a powerful presence for writing. More than sentimental ‘nature’ poetry, I often situate a troubled or confused or lonely speaker of a poem within the natural rhythms, as an ordering, a correcting presence in the life of the poem.” Learn more about Ken at


Post New Comment:
With out a doubt Nature heals wounds of every sort. What a lovely poem.
Posted 10/11/2016 10:07 AM
Maryann Hurtt:
Yes, Ken, the mountains, the lakes, the rivers, and everything between. Good to have met you at Scissortail.I especially love your River White book.
Posted 10/10/2016 10:46 PM
I like this poem because nature does allow the bruised to heal: "take your bruises to the mountain." I take mine to the lake. Thanks for the message.
Posted 10/09/2016 03:19 PM

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