"November, Blue Ridge Mountains, 1992," by Eric Robert Nolan (recited by the author)
November compelled us to visit the hills
Where ignorant rock and lofty pine
Were witness to our disregard
For strangeness, temptation and time.
But memories are sticky things.
Will any mountain ever let
Me dream again? Can I now
Feel rain without regret?
-- first published by the International War Veterans' Poetry Archives, 2013