What Lies Between
Between the ground, where grasses grow
And sky above, I've come to know
The countryside and places there
Of which most people aren't aware.
Up in the hills on highest peaks,
Are rocky crags.An eagle seeks
To find a ledge and build a nest
And if it faces to the west,
The sky at sunset is divine
And tints the clouds with gold and wine!
If facing east, the morning light
Strikes first upon this lonely height
And gradually reveals the land
That lies below, where forests grand
Stretch miles away and there reside
The animals whose game trails guide
To where the lushest meadows grow
And where the creeks and rivers flow.
To flowered fields and boggy ground
Where Lady's Slippers can be found.
Beside the lake, the sandy shore
Will welcome bare feet that explore
And water beckons teasingly.
These spots mean a lot to me
And though I love the sky so blue,
Also enjoy green grasses too,
What lies between enriches me
With beauty, in each scene I see!
Betty Lou Hebert
Published by Drury's Publishing, 2006