A grand horizon opens the mind
and lets the air come in
In this land surrounded by hills
I feel like cans of tin
The natural beauty rising high
really makes me feel small
Though grandiose I think that I
prefer my sights less tall
The landscapes that I like to see
are simple and are bland
Contradicting though it may seem
in them I see God's hand
When I'm there I feel most free
and open to His grace
Here with mountains covered with trees
I'm sheltered from His face
When I return to my great plains
All thankfulness I'll be
In all the beauty of this world
The simple is for me
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The world is vastly beautiful, and my initial thoughts when in the mountains raises me high. After a bit however, I feel I'm going to die.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Beautiful work.
Thanks, this is one of my first times I looked out my window and tried to put what my inside was feeling onto paper.
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