Beth

                                               June 20, 1960 - January 21, 2013

                                 

                                         

                                                  

~Our Mountain Home~

We are running with the ponies and lambs again,

Up here where we started out

Up here where the wind blows free and great birds sail

Up here

All along these blue and gold ridges of rolling cloud

Above the plain

Along the river

All above our mountain home.

The taste of the orchard is on our lips,

The gooseberries are ripe, the buckeye is in bloom.

The blue bells and poppies smile,

Along the diamond granite trail,

Laughing with the lupine, the red bud and the wild wild filaree.

I hear songs in the wind

Your voice in tune with the sparrow and the bee.

The meadow is ripe with skunk grass and frogs

Fat quail skirt the manzanita.

Beside the pearly stream I watch trout in a turquoise pool

And across the way

Young deer with you at play,

Beside the great trees of the quilted forest

Above the plain

Along the river

All above our mountain home

Once, not so long ago, you were born in the grace of love

And now, forever, love keeps your memory

Up here

Running with the ponies and lambs

Up here where we started out

Where there is no drought, there is no flood,

No frost, no fire

Up here

Where the wind blows free

All along these blue and gold ridges of rolling cloud

~ 29 January 2013 ~