High among the mountains, where fir
the white-tail and the mule deer
struggle to survive.
Ground squirrels, tiny chipmunks
and marmots, soft and warm,
and chatter on a cool
fresh sunny morn.
Blue jays, finches and little
sing with gracefulness
in bushes and in trees.
loudly a woodpecker leans sideways
to see the
Hawks and eagles soar
above the land.
White-capped mountains contrast against
skies and above a blue-tailed grouse
everywhere; they add to
the wonderous sight of the valley mist
Air so clean it cleanses the soul and
sharpens all ones
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