Boulders balancing precariously

Tracks of iron and will

Placed below here for years they show no fear

Long they have transported across them hopes and dreams, weapons and means to ends

The hands that carved this valley with the help of dynamite and fire

What was it that fueled their will for survival?

The sound of memories rushing below?

Or perhaps what they believed they had at home

The hours and lives buried in this mountain side

Boulders leaning on boulders

Shoulder to shoulder

It's a wonder of physics that they can hold each other

As if they are daring the wind to blow them over

Egging on the bully that they know can't defy them

Strength, obvious

Confidence, passive

They are not afraid of falling

Not anymore than they are sure they won't

Regardless of where they go

They will still be themselves

Scarred and shaped

On top of the mountain

Or drowning in the river

They are unshaken

Whole and home