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Nature

High among the mountains, where fir
and balsam thrive,
the white-tail and the mule deer
struggle to survive.
Ground squirrels, tiny chipmunks
and marmots, soft and warm,
run about and chatter on a cool
fresh sunny morn.
Blue jays, finches and little chickadees
sing with gracefulness
in bushes and in trees.
Pecking loudly a woodpecker leans sideways
to see the
Hawks and eagles soar above the land.
White-capped mountains contrast against
bright clear skies and above a blue-tailed grouse
flies alone.
Flowers blossom everywhere; they add to
the wonderous sight of the valley mist
from the rivers below.
Air so clean it cleanses the soul and
sharpens all ones senses.
There are no concrete or asphalt jungles here
God and nature hand-in-hand intrusted us with these
treasures to enjoy and to protect with all our strength
so they may last forever.

Written by: Keith Snow