Paradise on Earth

A collection of poems by David Morin

Time Passing by in the Glen

It was early November

The skies were hazy blue with a scattering of clouds

In the Glen a dusting of snow was clear to see on the high mountain tops

Rich shades of brown on the hills

Evergreen forest provided a contrast

At the start of the Glen an old dry stained dyke followed the contours of the hillside

At one point of the dyke an old Douglas fir tree stood proud and tall

A pair of Golden Eagles called to each other in the far away distance

The Glen had immeasurable beauty of its own