I yearn to be near Bierstadt's lake
when God awakes His world at dawn.
The glass-smooth water hardly stirs
while sheer cliffs seem to stretch and yawn.
A golden silence spreads throughout
the tight enclosed, wide-bottomed vale--
that unique quiet only found
in wilds far off the beaten trail.
A hush is felt that soothes the soul;
since wind's unknown, a breeze is rare.
The birds at break of day are mute;
no trilling songs to whisk the air.
What I need most these troubled days
is peace of mind, serenity.
Yes, Bierstadt's world unpeopled, calm
keeps beckoning . . . keeps calling me.
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