So I've been sitting here wanting to share something but not knowing what. I opened my document files to the writings of 2001, and this one stood out to share. So I will share it. I think Laurel did a drawing around it that we sent to my Aunt who lives in Australia. It is my memory anyway. It seemed right tonight to add it to my growing blog site.
AMERICAN MOUNTAIN MAJESTY
North American skyline,
shining softly on the mountains of the West...
tested through the storms of Eons,
created in the turmoil of
Earth’s Birth.
Standing tall; pines, oak and beech,
reaching out to shade
the strata of life
that run and live below and around...
the ground squirrel, the deer, the elk,
the bear,
the insects there in all their variety and
glory...
a never ending story of death
and life
and the struggle to survive...
Intense is the Energy that
feeds all life there
in the high air of the
Rocky Mountain ranges.
Lakes and streams and beams
of sun and moon
are Heaven’s artwork...
the wind Her tune
that whispers through the trees and
around the rocks and grasses.
Time passes for man as a
blink of an eye
under the skyline of the mountains.
They stand as hope around man’s world
that seems to be falling under shadow.
The mountains stand patient in their
living of life.
Bruce K Bushman 12/30/01
1 comment:
You know, Bruce...that's kind of cool to be able to look back through your writings at any point in time and see where you were, how far you've come or if you feel the same. You are very fortunate to have such a trail. Great thoughts, btw.
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