~ Amid the Mountain Breeze ~
Eldorado in the North Cascades © Ken James McLeod
Grant to me the meadows of the Alpine zoneNear hallowed and scenic mountains dressed white as bone, With wildflowers swaying in the wind Columbine, lupine, and paintbrush bloom and then rescind.
High among the craggy peaks are cold blue lakes Nestled between the granite pockets of rock flakes, Where the hermit thrush sings chorus to the cirque abound, And the bees buzz the heather while the bear roam around.
The elk they graze on sweet grass over sacred land Magestic bulls bugle rivals with antlers so grand, The heard runs along a rushing little rill While the coyote in the brush watches now standing still.
Amid the lofty peaks I now fare With lungs filled of clean, pure, and magic air, Touched by the awesome beauty and the simplicity of it all, Makes me humble of a higher handiwork and I feel quite small.
And when I am old with brittle bone Grant me the strength once more to return to the Alpine zone, Let me rest here forevermore yet not alone But surrounded by life where wild and noble beasts roam . . .
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