Through My Eyes

I look upon a dam today That nature didn't build The water wasn't gentle As the rocks will soon reveal The danger it is producing From rain and melted snow Has caused problems to others Where the river flows below The rocks that surround the dam Have for centuries stood And gave into the urgings Of Mother Natures mood Cracked and crumbling They do a danger pose But the man made bridge below it Allow the mystery to unfold Their colors and their shapes and size Were finally brought to light As the waters and the wind Pushed the dirt aside Some of them are red Some of them are brown Some of them are green with moss And some of them are tan Native foliage in cracks are found Purple lupin and yellow clover abound Blue sage brush and mountain dandelions too Give new life to this awesone view And as we leave this scene of scenes The mountain walls do grow Some rounded intermingling humps The sharp ones behind could have snow I look upon the huge red wall Its remindes me of red clay The kind I used to play in Which are now three states away The white rocks on top this wall Near match the clouds above Each rock is different and like the clouds Change at natures touch But half way down the red wall White and blacks stripes come into play And there on the ground below Pieces of the stripes do lay The grassy mountains lucious green Beckon cattle near But the forests here are all dead trees From a fire just last year Mear words can not discribe What I really see No matter how hard I try It's a small bit of heaven to me Cile Beer