THE LURE

The lure of the mountains calls me--
Beauty abides in the deep woods,
Open meadows, and from bare tops.
Blue skies, and majestic valleys,
Cool summer nights full of stars,
Blazing pine log, sweet aroma.

Heed the lure of the mountains with me--
Quiet is an escape from cities of noise.
'tis not no sound but no noise.
Birds by day, crickets by night,
Rushing winds, flowing springs.
Open ears and eyes where beauty abides.

Paul Gyomory