Mountain meadows turning golden
Fall nips with crystalline air
Tiny pine trees scattered random
March t’wards next Christmas fair
Russet cattails border ditch banks
Glow in sunlight’s slanting rays
Fallen barns heaped in the grasses
Testify of bygone days
Roadways ever bearing traffic
Streaming constant changing times
Still the mountains stand steadfastly
Monuments of God’s design
Rest, indeed, the air breathes to us
Now that fires have burnt and gone
Pause, partake of mountain vistas
Relax amidst the wild bird song
Contemplate here without bother
But for pleasant forest sounds
Let go strife and all that ails you
Throw it up to higher ground
Come, the mountains bid yet to us
Stay awhile here in repose
Let the breeze through pines and aspens
Lift worn hearts, refresh your souls
Oh, the mountains, grand creation
How can one still not believe
Majesty in beauty splendor
Witness glories unperceived
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Jeremiah 6:16a NKJV
“Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls.”
Psalms 72:3
“The mountains will bring peace to the people, And the little hills, by righteousness”
Isaiah 49:13
“Sing, O heavens! Be joyful, O earth! And break out in singing, O mountains! For the Lord has comforted His people, And will have mercy on His afflicted.”
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One of your best Sherry! Wonderful poem
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Thank you, Rick! 💞🥰
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Beautiful poem, Sherry….I can visualize everything on my mind.
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Thank you, Donna! 💞🥰
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