Through the mountain pass the eagle flew Recording in its minds eye all it beheld Yellow, Browns, Golds, and Reds Green threw in here and there Damp leaves upon the ground Chipmunk sticks his head from his mound then tucks it back in less he be found Mamma bear is foraging fast to get the sweet honey while it last Must eat her fill, before the first big chill Nestle down for a long winters nap Snow banks soon all over the land Baby cubs will come nursing momma, yes, they'll think she's just grand!   Fish rushing to and fro creek running sluggishly slow male and female with little one's in tow Yes, they all know soon ole man winter will touch his finger to their land.   The Buck's in rutt Doe's flashing white tails ready for babys come spring Hunter's creeping through  the woods Somehow its just understood Only the strong and fast survive It's the way of things living out in the wild And the Eagle fly's mile after mile   Dusky mountains, grey blue Misty in the distance as if weeping to wash away what was to prepare for Mother Nature's splender Yellow's, brown's, red's and gold's a little green threw in here and there Damp leaves falling upon the ground the nip in the air say's Yes, he'll soon be there you can smell it in the air as another year is past and nature renews again come spring   ©2005 Tina Clark