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This mountain stream
So clear it seems
Like crystal
Refreshingly cool
The water fall
That continuous roar
As it tumbles down
Where it can be found
The mist carried by the breeze
Through the Douglas fir trees
Carved on a dead one
Are initials of those
Who have trod this trail
Did they feel what we felt?
Surely a glimpse
That’s heaven sent.
It’s free
For all to see

~S. Wenger