Poem by Shirley Langton
Many have not enjoyed this wonder! Layered sandstone, sturdy, and wind polished Bushes force their way through uneven cracks Patches of lichen on sunny slopes Opposite, none on shady ones In the distance, a blue-hued mountain, Appearing close but very distant Quite an achievement to reach the top A river snakes through the depths A canyon formed by winds and age Cumulous clouds hanging barely above ridges Many have not enjoyed this wonder for… Without health and my ability to climb I would not endure to enjoy God’s majesty and grace In forming these rocks especially for my benefit
Shirley Langton: I've been writing all my life, it comes naturally. Since I've retired, I've gotten into it full-time. I am interested in all the arts--studied music, done oil painting, photography as well as learning constantly.