About the Poem
Mount Shasta is to me, probably the most beautiful place I have ever seen. As a child, I remember staring in awe at this mountain for hours. In death, I wish my ashes to be spread over the volcanic crater atop this magnificent creation, that the pains and heartache of life might be erased in infinite splendor.
Mount Shasta |
| by Michael Anderson |
| Few things in this life could be so- Beautiful as Shasta painted in snow. As every freshly fallen flake- Glistens, A diamond in daybreak. Majestic trees donning angelic white- Reach for heaven almost taking flight. As gentle winds upon my face- Bless me with Winter's wondrous grace. Across the lake my spirit dwells- Glimpsing perfection, aspiration swells. Dreams soar boldly over the mountain crest. Alas, in death, it's here I'll rest. For few things could ever touch this- Pure mesmerizing state of bliss. Except maybe the suns' sweet loom- Over Shasta Daisies in Spring bloom. |
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2 Visitor Comments
adekola
IT IS A GOOD POEM.
Adina
I've been there. I sure do agree with you.
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