America's Mountain

When solitary quests for TRANQUILITY I thirst, Pikes Peak I will ascend. Ah! The SPLENDOR of that majestic mount nothing will e'er transcend! As I mosey amongst its rugged tors and its towering heights, I marvel at the ELOQUENCE of God's magnificent sounds and sights! The soothing WHISPER of gentle zephyrs WAFTING 'mongst the spruce, Contrasts with the DULCET bugling for a mate by a pining moose! The FRAGRANT scent of the LAVENDER bush is a bonus for my pleasure. A stroll through the grandeur of such panorama I shall ever treasure! The LILTING melodies of birdsong lighten my languid soul. The melodic hymn of a rushing stream gladdens me as I stroll. How could not the poet enraptured by such unsullied BLISS, Capture the moment in flowing verse! - He would surely be remiss! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved Placed No. 6 in Word Warrior Challenge Contest