A poem by: Ben Dunk. 1969
John rides in the Rockies,
Where the water cascades
Over the boulders of granite
And flickering rivulets
Meet and swell major streams.
She lifts her eyes to the snow ridge
Dwelling on puffs of white clouds
Slowly girdling their way along
And around the glorious peaks
Rising and falling fading and increasing
Bemusing the watcher with their cycles.
Come with me among the pines
Smell the resinous bark in the air
Feel the soft blanket of pine needles
Patchwork fallen on forest floor
Twixt rock and tree fallen
Spy the modest twinkling of a flower.
Here a bird with sunlit flashed wings
There a buzzing fly drops into white spider web
Here a dashing squirrel to familiar tree trunk
White tailed doe disappearing fast
Moles mutely rummage under the rubbish
And a creatureís bare white skeleton ends
Where and when new life begins.