Garden of the Gods

Window on the world, view the earth we trod.

Brilliant pristine skies, garden of the gods.

Breezy, cooling winds, rustling leaves of red;

Dusk comes liquid orange, touch the night day bred.

Scents of burning brush, high on lofty air;

Force the blood to rush, eyes can only stare.

Disposition staid, late in the afternoon;

Weeks without dissent, pass from us too soon.

Sun like Zeus of old, hovers like a dove,

Countenance so bold; stoic, sits above.

Endless rolling hills, fraught with tow’ring trees;

Look through window sills — all the mind’s eye sees.

Birthplace of the wild, home where freedom rings;

Crib to nature’s child, place where strong hearts sing.

Mountains crystal green, gleaming forest seas,

Heavenly this scene, hear my meager pleas.

Copyright © 2020.

Glen Hines is the author of the Anthology Trilogy of books — Document, Cloudbreak, and Crossroads — and the highly regarded Bring in the Gladiators, Observations From a Former College Football Player Who Was Never Able to Become a Fan, all available at Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble. His writing has also been featured in Sports Illustrated, Task & Purpose, and the Human Development Project.