Our Gifts Poem by Philip Lore

Snow fall, pristine, on a steep mountain slope,
A grizzly bear, an agile antelope.
Dazzling sun rises at dawn,
Nursing doe with a speckled fawn.

Colorful pheasant roost in the trees,
Majestic butterflies, honey bees.
Golden eagles soar high, up above,
The hoot of the owl, the coo of the dove.

Fields of wildflowers dance in the breeze,
Birch, Oak and Maple, barren of leaves.
A leathery beaver building his dam this day,
Coyotes and gray wolves, hunting their prey.

Squirrels prancing deep in the snow,
Catfish and trout in the waters below.
Turkeys like statues, standing so still,
Wild geese flying, ducks with colorful bills.

Rabbits romping across the drifts,
There are the wonders.....These are 'Our Gifts'.