The mountains of rocks and trees
Appear to reach for the sky
God's natural beauty
So very pleasing to the eye
They surround a clear blue lake
Filled with water so cold
This is the kind of place
You'd want to live as you grow old
The winters can be very harsh
The summers unforgiving
But the one thing that will be known
That a place this beautiful is for living
© 4-26-11/RjH
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