Deeply carved valley,
twixt ridges of
impossible ascent.
Silent Cedar sentinels,
steeped in heavy mist
provide ghostly reminder of
reverence due.
God's country --
it commands respect.
God's country extends all over this glorious globe, yet this reminds me most particularly of my snowy trip last February to The Grand Canyon: it's so true - enormity and vastness that is just too big to get the finite mind round DOES command respect. I reverently doff the cap and very much appreciate the strength of your compelling resolution. xx
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on September 22, 2009
Damn, good to have you back Dallas! Thanks for sharing.
And so it does and what a gift for us all to enjoy and take care of...
Be always safe,
Karen
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 21, 2009
Sounds like the High Country to me. Beautiful up there and neighboring stares. I would like to move there. Who know. Maybe someday. Better hurry though. Haha Lovely poem.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Well, you certainly ain't talking about Texas with 'twixt ridges of impossible ascent.' LOL Flat, here.
But the skies go on forever - some would argue with ya that THIS is God's country. Not me, though. =]
Absolutely beautiful imagery in verse - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen