It has been too long since I have seen
an ocean wave, a mountain peak;
it has been too long since I have gazed
upon a vista’s raw mystique
and felt my soul lift in my breast
in joy and ardor, finding rest
amidst the raw and gravid plains,
or out amongst the ruddy rocks,
upon a high place, valley spread
before me, full of grazing flocks.
It has been too long, and I must go,
because my spirit tells me so.
© RCGA 2018