A poem of the mountains
The Pocono Mountains are majestic and grand
Standing tall and proud across the Pennsylvania land
Its peaks reach toward the endless sky
A silent sentinel forever standing byThe morning sun shines bright on its face
A fiery glow with a regal grace
The mountains bask in the warm embrace
A vision of beauty that will never be replacedThey wear a cloak of light and dark green
A canopy of trees with the brightest sheen
Their slopes are a canvas painted with care
A heavenly masterpiece that can’t be comparedThe mountains hold secrets hidden deep within
Of all its wonders of peace and of sin
A world full of wildlife of rivers and ice
A challenge to conquer a paradiseThe mountains beckon to all those who dare
To climb its heights and to breathe its air
To stand at the summit and feel the cool breeze
Moments of triumph and memories to seizeThese mountains endure through time and space
A symbol of strength and holy grace
A wonder of nature a true gift to behold
A mountain of legends forever untold.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #188)
