My Mountain Top
My mountain top’s my vista beam
O’er river, hills, trees and stream;
It’s home to turkey, deer, birds’ flight
It flashes magic day and night.
The hawks hunt high; while wood chucks dig
Their gaze upon the land so big;
The tunnels shine in moonlight bright
It flashes magic day and night.
Gold finch glitters: zigger and zag;
Red throat peckers gobble seed bag.
Squirrels lay store for snowy blight
It flashes magic day and night!
My mountain top’s my vista beam
It flashes magic day and night!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 