Birds of the Blue Mountains
A Rhyming Poem

A ballad of spring birds as mystifying as the ancient dawn, leaves me with treasured words — with hope in a noble, everlasting song.
I may stand afar off in the cold to defend this fortress of a heart, but still, more beautiful things unfold and no force of terror can keep us apart.
I see blue mountains of grandeur as steadfast dreams I will reach someday alongside birds and souls of valor that will teach me their sacred way.
