At its feet,
two oceans meet.
Yet, it towers above,
gifted by God's love.
A flat-topped mountain?
What about a straight fountain!
It's the table
where God confederates.
When it's foggy,
be sure He considerates.
It's a magical place to be,
if you want to meet Thee...
Jacqui Broad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/table-mountain-3/
