FAITH by WILLIAM BENJAMIN BREWER

  There was a pic here of snow capped mountains in the distance; google may have removed it.. But poem doesn't need to be dressed up. ab                                            
                                                                              

When I am gone if you may wonder
How that is and where,
Look up to ridge against the blue.
You'll see me walking there
With never a hurried step,
And to the north you'll find a cirque
Of snow that never ever melts;
To south I'll skirt a scree
That drops to aspens
Where they throw their druggets
By the spruce and jigsaw pines,
Leading them to valley cottonwood
That clusters aged by the water:
There will be you in your labor
Ill at ease with things about.
Know then you as I
Will someday find your trailhead too,
Whose upper turns will switch
And lift you back and forth
To where you'll share with me my ridge
That rises into all sublimity.
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Today, July 30, is Ben's granddaughter Eva Brewer Trimble's 25th birthday. She made him a "paw paw" because she was the first grandchild. I am publishing this especially for her, whom he loved.


Love from annie. There were pictures on here which google removed!!! Shame on google.

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