It seems I stood at the edge of the world.
Beauty by God's mighty hand was unfurled.
A vision of majesty against the western sky,
Proud fir and pine trees stood so high.
Laden branches of heavy pure white snow,
Made the entire scene tend to glow.
I was astonished by the sheer poetic scene.
For the sun's rays cast a blinding sheen.
This was indeed my beloved west!
Childhood years were served to be the best.
I can remember we rode up the elevation,
A fresh water stream was our destination.
Rainbow trout were so plentiful and tasty,
Fried over a campfire they were so savory.
A gentle breeze wafted the aroma over the rise.
We all camped out under the starlit skies.
Early morning there seemed to be a purple haze.
Because the sun broke through nighttimes daze.
Those magnificent yesterdays have long gone by.
On the wonderful memories, we can forever rely.
© Carol G Oliver
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