There’s a majesty to mountains
Rolled and tumbled, reaching high
Up through wispy white-cloud vapors
To a deep blue bowl of sky.
Bright green trees spread to adorn them, sparkling streams of water fall
Bubbling, ice-cold, foaming, splashing…
Adding beauty to it all.
Oh, how bracing is the pine scent
And the cold clean atmosphere.
Mixed with melody of bird notes
Ringing sweet and crystal clear.
On those little mountain meadows
Fenced by quaking aspen trees,
Deer and fawn graze in the bounty
Of green grass up to their knees.
Layered, rainbow-tinted sandstones
Testify of ages past.
Beautiful and reassuring
That our earth will always last.
So magnificent and aried,
Rock of ages, grand and strong…
One vacation gives us memories
To relive a whole life long.
Published in Ideals Vacation 1968