© 2023 LJR
When . . .
Verdant valleys spread their shoulders
And hidden lakes were cold and deep
Bald eagles circled on the thermals
And shaggy bison found sweet grass
Forests climbed the mountain ridges
And clouds caressed those lofty peaks
There came a sense of freedom
With each deep refreshing breath
The past is not the present
But the present has its gifts
Embrace ancestral yearning
Set your compass to explore
There are still places waiting
To take us back in time
