Snow Covered Mountains

Snow covered mountains lay within my vision.
Covered white and gleaming,
God's supreme decision.
Never have I seen or heard-
A place, a person, or a word,
That didn't hold some beauty,
Even drunkards, old and snooty!
For you see my friend,
Virtue lays in God's descend.
Every where, every one,
Powers bold as the sun,
Simply there to find them.

by Greta L. Suits

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As a Canadian I strongly endorse this poem. Times have changed though Toronto is a cesspool of motor cars. On the bright side its still hard to get rich in our country.
Praise of Canadians and their way of life and it's comparison with that of Americans strait way versified. Thanks for sharing here.