Mountains are where I’ll lay my head,

And in the ocean’s trench I’ll rest my feet

Till the stars above show me the path I’ve led.

The most I do is wonder at what’s said

Among the ruins of some distant, lonely fleet.

Mountains are where I’ll lay my head.

It’s no man’s land that the sun drowns red,

This broken land that hides hard truth. Entreat

The stars above to reveal the path I’ve led!

This toil is tiring, because I haven’t fed

These desires daily dogging me, which unseat

The mountains where I’ll lay my head.

As I watch the dying day, the night has bled

A deeper shade. But still my heart, my heart will meet

The stars above lighting the path I’ve led.

It’s dark-defying, this heart that’s pounding dread,

Pounding out the drums of doubt’s defeat.

Mountains are (always) where I’ll lay my head,

Till the stars (at last) show me the path I’ve led.

Graham Jackson

Dwelling deep in the forests of New England, Graham spends most of his time reading, taking walks with his dog, and learning new and interesting things (and reveling in cooler, more temperate climates). Born and raised in the Boston area, Graham was homeschooled from an early age. After high school, he proceeded to get a bachelor’s in Literature from Patrick Henry College in Northern Virginia. He currently resides in the Boston area while pursuing a master’s in Education at Gordon College, steeping in the rich history of his home turf and a continued exploration of literature from across the world. He says you should read Alan Paton’s Cry, the Beloved Country and Chaim Potok’s The Chosen, because they are incredible novels. Also, read Robert Frost.