Mountain View

Sweet fragrance of cedar and pine In the mountain you will find Crows and eagles who dare to fly Wayward into the blue sky The wind whispers around each bend Whether you incline or steadily descend Places never seen by any man or crossed over its wide river span High up green carpeted meadows grow Only sheep or mountain climber can go Valleys with foilage so dense and thick Traversing around can be mighty slick Rock formations millions of years old Snow caps never melt because of cold Rivers that meander and bend Falls dropping over cliffs face end. Lakes come in various shades of blue the ice fields have that coloring too Towering cliffs that reach for the sky Thin air as you climb up high. 8/6/14