Mountain Voices

Grandfather’s Magic

Fiery clouds float in a bright blue sky

Setting sun reflects like a neon sign

Storm a rumbling in the east

Getting darker all the time

Rumbling thunder overhead

Lightening flashes, treetops shine

Rain comes down in a pouring flood

Ground is a soft and slippery mud

Soon it passes; all is still

Then fading thunder in the hills.

Soon the night pulls down its shade

And velvety darkness covers the land

At morning light the new washed air

Shows the miracle made by Grandfather’s hand

 By Gerry Scott

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October 1st, 2010


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