The peak, of the mountain
Towering, so high,
An enormous background,
As the cumulus, clouds pass by.

A winding creek, flowing,
Swiftly, without A spill,
Lined by pine trees,
Standing, tall, and still.

At the base, A lake,
Reflecting, the sun with A glare,
When this scene, grabbed my attention,
I had to stop for A moment, to stare.


Tom Maxwell ©   2/6/2007