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