A hill, a meadow, a mountain . . .

A hill, a meadow, a mountain,

God made them all for me

to climb, to romp in, to look at–

how wonderful God must be!

He made the little flowers

that peep up through the earth.

He made the rocks and waterfalls–

how much my world is worth!

It’s rich in clover and daisies

that fragrant the meadow green

and boasts of stately maple trees

that shade the brook between.

Oh, how that God must love me

to give me this to behold!

I’d never trade my mountainside

for a city that’s filled with gold.

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
Violets at Banner

Bridal Veil Falls

Banner Mountain (1) -2-1

10 comments on “A hill, a meadow, a mountain . . .

  1. dotlatjohn says:

    What a sweet poem, Freeda. And as usual, great pictures of your world. Who would want to live in the city with all that beauty around?


  2. Martha York says:

    Love this and understand the feeling. So glad you and Gene got to return.


  3. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    It rates an awesome 10, very good one and love the photos attached.


    • Thanks for the very first comment to this one, Ginger. Found it in my files, written in Michigan in 1965. We lived in different cities while raising our children as Gene followed an Air Force career. That was a good life but often I longed for my Banner Mountain homeland.


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