"LOOK AT THE MOUNTAIN"


         Up so high It stands, watching over what's below,


             We look to It as something of a miracle.


              What do you see when first you glance,


          A statue of power still standing long after man.


   Upon It lives trees that have grown through much of our history,


         Left behind, their mark of people that once were.


            Streams and waterfalls created through time,


     Shrubs and flowers, for years grown by the rain that falls.


              Look at the mountain, stare at It long,


               Born from nature with a story to tell.


                 Keith Garrett