Of the high lonesome mountains I dream.
Of glacier fed rivers and clear mountain streams.
The peaceful stillness of a clear mountain lake,
And the haunting call of the loon to which I relate.
A small log cabin with smoke from the chimney.
This wonderful dream that God has given me.
The aurora borealis on a cold winter's night.
Oh how they dance and shine so bright.
The isolation, the cold, nor the bear deter me.
It's all these that forever allure me.
There are valleys unpeopled and still.
This land how it beckons and beckons.
I want to go back- and I will.
Beautiful nostalgic feelings nicely brought forth in good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing Richard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want to go back-and I will. I believe you will. I love this poem, this God given dream. We share the dream.
Oh so many good memories to help fill the darkest hours of our lives.