The beauty of the forest is enthralling
With luscious sweet air always calling.
The breadth, the height,
The coolness, the might
And great sloping depths appalling.
This carriage I ride
May put on my side
An advantage which we take for granted .
But no carnal hand
Can waive o'er the land
And match the green splendor God planted.
The creator of earth
Knew of your worth
A home for both man and his charges.
But above all of that
While just gazing at
His kingdom in my mind enlarges.
The story of love
As told from above
Is grasped in your soft evening spectre.
And could but the earth
share of your mirth
We too could know peace as our sceptre.
Linda Cooper
Note: This poem was found among Vester's papers. Later, Linda Cooper found the original among her papers bylined by her.
Friday, December 12, 2008
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