That snowy mountain scene,
Where deer roamed,
Beneath the brightest of sky,
So blue so clear,
The air so fresh it took your breath away.
The view so astounding,
It brought tears to the eyes.
And down below,
The houses dotted about in the distance,
Looked quaint from the mountain high,
The sound of the buzzards cry,
Could be heard as he passed by,
This was a wonderful place,
Created by nature,
With gods own hand,
With gods own grace.
Jayne Louise Davies
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