In God’s Country

The rolling fields of brown and green Embraced the purple mountains high; The rugged peaks with snowy lips Reached bravely up and kissed the sky. The azure blue stretched out its hands, Pulled up the eastern shining sphere; The sun with kindly smiling face Gave light and life and warmth and cheer. The great Creator, moved by love, Looked down on hill and plain and wood And saw His handiwork divine Tell forth His praise and said, “’Tis good.” Poetry