I was inspired to write this little poem one winter morning a few years ago by the beauty of the fog-shrouded, tree-clad mountain slopes of western Virginia, where I came to live in 2008.
Sentinels of the Shenandoah
by Justin Soutar -- 11/26/2012
The world is gray and white
On a soundless winter morning.
Wrapped in mist and shrouded in fog,
The mighty ranks of trees
Stand guard over the valley
From their mountainside post.
Dimly, I can see them
All crowded together,
The great white pines and cedars,
Spruce and hemlock,
Oak, maple and hickory,
Walnut and hornbeam,
Towering into the gloom
Like hundreds of church steeples;
Ever so still and silent,
Their presence never failing.
Copyright © 2012 Justin D. Soutar. All rights reserved.
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