Category: Poetry

  • Swiftly Passing Days on The Slopes of Time

    An Ode To The Bighorn Mountains When I first climbed your slopes in early September I knew for a fact I’d remember Your beautiful vistas and countless trees Swaying in the morning breeze Porcupine Falls down a rocky trail and Sibley Lake nestled amongst the trees.Then came that fateful day…

  • The Blessing of Singing

    Singing with friends, what a blessing to holdIn one’s mind those hours of goldTogether, praising the Lord and singing of Heav’nWhen the hour draws late,And you’re loath for it to end,My friendsFellow believers of like-precious faithWe walk this pathway togetherSinging about the sunshineAnd the stormy weather..May you and ISend our…