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Show Poetry Corner PORTRAIT OF NATURE From my window I can see them, Towering grandly to the sky. Rugged, sturdy, touched with hauteur, Looking down on you and I. In the winter, clothed in Ermine, Slopes that sparkle, gltam and glow, Thrusting fangs of ragged granite Through a blanket deep, of snow. In the spring, pale green their garments, Interwoven grey and brown Standing tall, aloof and proudly, There above the bustling town. Comes tht Fall ah flaming colors, Russett, bronze, burnt orange and gold Jack Frost's canvas, the Wasatch Mountains Grand, flambouyant, serene and bold. Etched against a glazing backdrop Green, vermillion black and grey Flooded with the golden sunlight, Fitting close for Autumn's day. Ruth S. Headrick |