Here is a poem I found while we were having a picnic at this table near Bear Moundtain, N.Y. The words were carved into the table, but it was very ledgable. The author and title of the poem is unknown.

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clouds in a sky clear enough
to allow them their form for miles
a heavenly plain I recognized
soon after the eyes of my mind
became open. Still they permit me
to see, and I admit
their irrefutablility.