MOUNTAINS AND PLAINS

 

I stood on the mountain top;

I looked across the land;

"This is good!"

I see the buffalo roaming freely,

Grazing on prairies where they stand.

Rivers of crystal clarity

Feed an abundance of fish,

The lakes and seas to replenish.

The skies above of brilliant blue,

Blanketed by moisture carrying cloud,

Spotted by sailing wings of gulls,

And myriad soaring flocks

Of free birds, a multitude of size;

A mirror of the colours of the rainbow.

 

The grasses flow to forests tall,

Of firs; of pine, larch and maple;

The sequoia touch the ceiling of the earth,

Their fingertips an open canopy.

The deer and the squirrel play,

Beneath the cackling call of geese

Upon their migratory path in V formation fly;

A link to the land and freedom of the sky.

The nurture of cool glades and shaded habitat

Encourage the growth of all manner of wild

And animal by nature's bounty tamed.

 

Across this land of mountain high;

Of plains of grass and rye,

To lakes of liquid freshness,

A rugged escarpment, well treed,

Links the riverlets and the streams;

Upon a watery highway flows,

To bays of endless seas.

A patchwork quilt of blue and brown, and green,

And what of the seasons change

Where brilliant colours of orange

And gold are soon wrapped in Winter's snow.

There is a chance that this domain

Will bring mature fruit;

Of noble thoughts and noble deeds,

If man could learn his role!

 

1994 © Will George.