In awe I gaze from these mountain tops

These hills speak with whispering trees

From the whistling sound of a mountain breeze

Nature sounds as she divinely breathes



There is no noise of honking horns

There is no noise which pricks like thorns

That world I left into which I was born

The price of money which makes men mourn



I worship these walks on these forest trails

Protected by a people who appreciate

And find perfect, even that, which is inchoate,

Not even their teens do desecrate


This Swiss surprise, I now see

A world of reverence for a simple tree

And you feel so safe in these old cities

Even alone in the dead of night

Or walking with a loved one

By the dim city light



I miss those I have left behind

Family and friends for this life divine

I wish you were here

Then all would be right

But I took a new role on a new stage

For “a walk on part in a war”

Rather than “a lead role in a cage”

02/24/2009

Author's Note: The last line is an excerpt from a song I LOVE to play on the guitar, especially the solo part. It's got a heart full of soul.

Posted on 02/24/2009
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