This Land Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Under the morning sun
I would like to lie,
While watching the heavens,
With you by my side.
The clouds scrape the peaks
But don't stop to ask why.
The mountains send tears,
For it's rivers they cry.

The cattle are lowly
And catching the shade.
The beavers are busy
With dams they have made.
The sun blinds our eyes
Watching Eagles that soar,
And In the distance down wind
A small bear we hear roar.

The deer eating leaves from
The trees and green shrubs.
A beautiful spring
Fills our hearts with fresh love.
There's the beauty in nature,
The rivers and land.
But there's no greater beauty,
Than when I take your hand.