Pioneer Heritage
These mountain peaks arise as though in flight,
then form a semi-circle ’round the lake.
Have they been placed here, somehow, for my sake?
I’m magically attracted to this sight!
Imagine the elation, as before,
when pioneers first saw this resting place,
a refuge, home, an ample warm embrace
from every flower winding to the shore.
But, when I see the winter snow arrive,
these large, majestic beauties seems so bleak,
and if the smaller rolling hills could speak,
they’d tell of human struggles to survive.
So semi-sweet becomes the winter’s gifts--
I’ll pick my flowers when the weather shifts.