Edward J. Dunn

There is nowhere I'd rather be
Than here, underneath this tree.
The moon high above to see,
A campfire just out in front of me.

Whispers in the wind are heard all around.
Trills, chirps, croaks and a bark abound.
A distant car on gravel makes a new sound.
An acorn falls through the leaves and hits the ground.

The air has cooled to my delight.
A touch of fall is felt tonight.
Summer's grip is not as tight.
The season will change without much fight.

A cloud has covered the moon in the sky.
The fire has dwindled and about to die.
Knowing I have to get up, I let out a sigh.
It was great to be out here for this guy.

The mountains are full of glory,
such a beautiful, rugged territory.

Snow that caps the highest peaks
eventually melts, creating swift creeks.

Spruce, cottonwood, aspen and pine
all grow below the mountains' tree line.

Bear, mountain lion and sheep traces
can be found on various mountain places.

Meadows of wildflowers and grasses
can have elk and deer by the masses.

The jagged ridges' rock formations
produce intriguing color combinations.

The views are so picturesque and grand;
it's well worth a visit to this mountain land.

Depression is real
It zaps your zeal
Weakens the bones
Confuses the tones
Leaves you in dismay
Tries to take the day
Controls the throttle
Wants you in a bottle
It is a bad place to be
Where it's hard to see
There is help for this
When nothing seems bliss
Talk to a friend
Do not pretend
Rest in the Lord
Read His Word
Start confessing
All the blessings
Joy is near
Do not fear