THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS

A Poem by Chrissy

Written during Chrissy's trip to the Rocky Mountains
in British Columbia, Canada.
August 1998

Majestic and tall
Like a fortress of old,
Standing above us
These mountains so bold.

The snow forming white
Crisp glaciers of ice
Are like beacons of splendor
With patches of pure white.

As I watch and wonder
At the beauty I view
The soft fluffy clouds
On the mountain drift free.

The stark bare mountain
A top of mass pines
Are seen like a beacon
In their rugged terrain.

The pines stand tall
In their smart greenery
Trimming the mountain
Like a garland of green.

But the rugged beauty
Of this rocky terrain
Remains splendid, untouched
By the hands of a man.

A raven flies o'head.
The sides of the road
Are dotted with tall pines
And sprinklings of gold.

The snow-crested mountain tops
Seen further north
Were but one of the beauties
God created on earth.