Looking Out My Window
by Dennis Ducey (wildhart@oregontrail.net)
Oh how can I tell you
of the beauty I have
seen
as a summer storm changes the Mountains
from pastel colors
to the
most brilliant colors to be seen.
Have you ever watched the clouds
dance across
the mountain tops
and pour over a snow capped mountain,
flowing down the
mountain side
to strike the bright morning sun
and watched as the clouds
explode
into fast rising steam
with snowy white fingers
that twits
and turn
as they rise
only to disappear
as they reach for the blue
heavens above.
Oh how can I describe
a brilliant glowing
tree or bush
Shinning as Bright as the morning Sun
as the sun strikes
millions of needles of frost
setting them aglow
with the brilliance of
the Sun.
And how can I tell you
of the millions, of
brilliant sparkling, lights
that shine like diamonds in the night
when
struck with light
on a very cold winters night.
Have you ever looked up at the dark
mountains
as evening falls
and seen the sun silhouette the mountain tops
and watch the wind carry snow, from the peeks,
high into the evening sky
like a giant feathers
painted pastel shades of pink
against a darkening
sky --
All this and more I have seen
as I look out
the Window
of my Wallowa Valley Home
and I know words can not describe
the beauty I have seen.
And I Know there is so much more
to be seen
as I look out the Window
at the snow covered mountains I love
and
watch an Eagle circling fare above.
Looking out my window
I understand
why John wrote a song
about "Starwood in Aspen"
and the home he loved.