The Mountains and Me
In my cluttered kitchen, I've mopped the floor,
This busy day, this task once more.
I've cooked a chicken a thousand ways,
The same old bird a thousand days.
I know I shouldn't once complain,
"Routine", I moan, "is always the same."
But when it comes as one more chore,
My daily grind seems such a bore.
I glance up, weary, at my task,
And then, through freshly, sparkling window glass
Suddenly, what I've taken for granted,
Becomes, in fact, to be enchanted...
This view of lawn, an acre green,
Fruit trees swaying, in a peaceful scene,
Rolling hills, and oaks in groves,
Sky is blue, and birds in droves.
Our house sits high, where we can see,
The hills in golden symmetry
In all it's glory, with snow-capped peaks.
How could one have such thoughts so bleak?
No buildings, or high-rise blocks the view.
Just nature's wonders, as if the world is new!
Mountains and valleys capture my eyes.
The joy of living, a wonderful life!
God help me never to take for granted
This wondrous vision that I've been handed.
Carrie Richards 11/6/11
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