The Earth is a stage with the horizon its floor, the sky full of clouds its roof.
The view of this Appalachian Mountain Country World teases the mind and sets off the imagination.
Upside down, right side up, marshmallow clouds drift by changing into dragons and circus clowns.
Princess Pine carpets the forest floor like evergreen trees in a Leprechaun world.
We close our eyes and envision a field of wildflowers, their soft fragrances float through our minds. How relaxed we feel. How totally a part of it we are.
Sometimes when we are willing to climb to about 30 or 40 feet from the ground and sit among the limbs and leaves we can view the scene.
The views are many . . . varied...infinite...magnificent...Come, let us sit and view summer symphony as the world turns into June.
Meadow brooks and Mountain streams . . .
Clear blue skies, green mountains . . .
Daisies and night talk and unreachable stars . . .
Brim-busting fertility . . .
Sunshine and shadow . . .
Skylights and silhouettes . . .
Strawberry-Pink, Raspberry-Red . . .
Blueberry-Blue and Lemon-Yellow . . .
The sun in its westerning glows. The sky is filled to overflowing with abundant golden yellow. Near the horizon it sinks slowly toward the rim of the world.
Earth and sky is one grand panorama of gold.
Copyright © 1988, 1999 Barbara A. Smith and John G. Hipps. All rights reserved.
This essay was first published June 8, 1988 in the Free-Press Courier, Westfield, Pennsylvania.