Half Moon Mountain Poem by Richard Netherland Cook

Soft clouds drift slowly over,
The village in the valley below,
Dotting the landscape with shadows,
Dancing to and fro.

The river meanders through the valley,
Coiling its' way to the sea,
An eagle wings its' way in flight,
Soaring so beautiful and free.

Upon the mountain in vast array,
Sweet flowers grow and bloom,
In the meadows and along the edge,
Where the towering pine trees loom.

The mountain air is fresh and clean,
It calms the spirit so,
To the top of Half Moon Mountain,
Is where I like to go.

To look out over the valley,
And take in the breathless view,
To watch the dawn of morning,
Glistening on the dew.

Wrapped in natures glory,
I hike the mountain trail,
And take in all the beauty,
That the mountain does prevail.

Some wildlife stop and stare,
Some bashful when they see me,
Not knowing my intentions,
Others turn and flee.

From my place on the mountain top,
All seems quiet and slow,
Away from all the busy life,
In the village down below.