Rocky Mountains Poem
A poem based on The Rocky Mountains National Park tour. Mountains stand high above the clouds. Bowels of water slide down the hard-pressed rocks. Here lies God's creation, standing proud. Arrogant rocks give no sound. They refuse to move unless told to. Wind slithers and whispers its way through the rocky shoulders. Grasping at every turn, struggling to hang. Snow rests on the edges of the mountain. In deep sleep, spilling down the rocks. Here comes the sun, coating its light on the arrogant Mountain. The clouds hide, but it is too late. The snow cries into its fate. The wind flees, exposing the clouds to the sun. The ball of fire swings across sky, Lighting a path for wapiti and deer. They move into the pastures, breathing the air of last year. Eating the grass of the past Under the trees, they sleep. Under the sun, mountains stand high.