The Rocky Mountains
© Alfons Pillach
This is my poem of a place
with beauty, harmony and grace,
with valleys deep and mountains high,
where grizzlies live and eagles fly,
with glaciers on the mountain peaks
and clearest water in the creeks,
where endless woods grow on the ground
and purest nature can be found,
where every snowflake, big or small,
will feed a silv’ry waterfall.
And when the moon appears at night,
while all the stars are clear and bright,
then it is time to realize
that this is Rocky Paradise.
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Gedichte, Alfons Pillach, Rocky Mountains
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