Sunday, May 4, 2014

Snow on Cedar Mountain

There is snow upon the mountains
All the piñon pines are white
Covered over by the flurries
That passed overhead last night

Just a fragment of a storm cloud
Is left drifting in the sky
Leaving spangled spots of shadow
On the ruddy rocks nearby

This open fragrant landscape
Ever changing always new
Is far older as a token
Of our own red, white and blue

Far away from gilded chambers
In the buildings of the great
I prefer the sage and cedar
To the decorated state

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