To the Mountains

I find myself longing to go to the mountains
of Utah, and just sit still for hour after hour,
and be in that beauty and hear the birds singing
and the bees buzzing busily in the fields of wildflowers,
and the sound of the clear water in all the brooks flowing
and maybe go and see the changing of seasons
from summer to autumn to winter to spring,
and know that God did send me here for a reason.


~ ACS
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(Response to an idea to write a poem of place.)