Poem By Thelma Schiller
The wings and winds of nature blow
The pristine air through mountain trails
Up high in Cascades where the glow
Of glaciers shimmers like ship sails.
Blue ice and Chinook winds foretell
A shiver, rain, and winter's search
In solitude, I hear a bell
That echoes from the valley church
Along the river running green
And parallel to village streets.
What joy, to be alive and dream
And marvel at dame nature's treats,
In carving melting ice: to caves,
Cathedrals, sailing ships, and waves.