Watching And Writing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out at the mountains, not too far from where
I am sitting, beautiful and majestic, remembering
when I used to climb them alone.

Loving the peace and quiet falling upon me as I sat
on the side of the mountain, writing, watching at
times the coyotes and bob cats roaming below me.

Wondering how they managed to live in such an arid
and steep habitat, food at times being scarce, God
taking care of his wildlife.

Protecting them the best He can from the violence
of man, letting them roam, as I sat watching and
learning about the life they live from afar.