SCOUT MOOR
A golden sunset casting
Her paler silhouettes
Upon a snow-clad hillside
Where the sun and shadows met,
Waiting for the moonbeam
To cast her silver glow
Upon a lonely hillside
Enveloped in the snow.
For those who want the simpler things
Of life to linger on,
Of love and life and beauty
And moonlight and the sun.
For shadows of an aging day
Show love and joy and peace,
It's there, it's free for everyone
Till time alone will cease.
For I have seen this beauty
As others must have seen
For centuries can't alter
What God's creation means.
So if you feel so down at heart
And if your soul is still,
See nature in the moonlight
Upon a snow-clad hill.
Copyright Sally James 1979