This spring The Mountain-Ear hosted a few contests. This is the winner of the Poetry Contest. Thank you to everyone that participated.

The top three will receive an envelope with prizes in the mail, in the next few weeks. If you do not receive your packet, please check with us to make sure we have the correct mailing address. Email us at info@themountainear.com.

Keep watching in July for our Dog Days of Summer photo contest.

Type 2

At treeline

I am small

I am one of many

In this storm I feel energy aplenty but still

It does not excite me

I shake like a struck dog

And whisper please stop

Hoping the mountains will hear me

But they won’t

Because

What do I matter to their immortal slopes

That churn wind and grind fierce thunder through the sky

With eyes wide I watch the flashes

And count the seconds till the sky rips and snarls

Afraid to move

Like a chipmunk in its nest

And as the lightning moves over the horizon

Rumbles grow longer but less angry

My body calms but the weariness remains

I am a visitor here

I’ve never been so glad to see the Milky Way

by Alyssa Johnson