HERE ON BEECH MOUNTAIN
SUMMER HAS FLOWN.
FALL HAS LEFT US AND
WINTER STANDS ALONE.

WINTER COMES QUICKLY,
BRINGING SMILES OF GLEE!
AND ALL WINTER’S FRIENDS
ARE PREPARING TO SKI!

COLD IS THE AIR,
LOGS BURNING AT NIGHT
AS FROST KISSES THE TREES
WITH A SOFT TOUCH OF WHITE.

THE THRILL OF FLYING
DOWN SLOPES SO GRAND!
THE JOY OF KNOWING
THE FEEL OF THE LAND!

FACES STINGING
FROM THE TOUCH OF JACK FROST…
LIMBS ARE ALL ACHING,
BUT WELL WORTH THE COST!

AN AFFINITY WITH WINTER’S
FROST AND DEEP COLD…
A DAY ON THE MOUNTAIN…
AN ADVENTURE SO BOLD!

WELCOME TO BEECH MOUNTAIN!
A PERFECT PLACE
TO ENJOY THE BEAUTY
OF WINTER’S FACE!

 

used by permission
Copyright © Carole McLaughlin
The picture used in this set was taken by 
Carole on a trip to Beech Mountain, N.C.
The poem was written while on the mountain.
All Rights Reserved 

 

         

 

 

 
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