A vast wilderness of forest and streams <br />With life full and wild <br />The hum of the wind blowing through the trees <br />Gives essence for a smile <br />These mountains have a beauty and quiet in their forest <br />But motion and spirit still sings <br />Proud old trees-laden with years <br />Years enclosed by circling rings <br />The awesome power of the opening flower <br />And in the blue haze of the mountain peaks <br />Where the earth is thawed and warmed by the sun <br />And the voice of nature speaks <br />The crooked little streams where waters gently flow <br />And a far-a-way whippoorwill calls <br />Sometimes the snow and icicles form on the bubbling <br />water falls <br />The animals have fear - like the bear and the deer- <br />And green things grow in the mist of the rain <br />The sun retires when each day is done - <br />As the darkness and shadows remain <br />These mountains gladdens and intrigues the heart <br />Magnificent in the joy they are giving <br />They hold the secrets of their dead <br />And promise a future for their living.<br /><br />Margie Ogle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-mountains/
