On Seeing The Rockies Again

I had forgot how terrible you are.
I dare not look at you immediately.
That sweet, low-lying verdure stretching far,
That tree-bespreckled green, my eyes sweep lovingly^___
Those bluish, timbered stretches. But I dare
Not look with boldness at your sun-clad peak.
I must have time to drop these bags,
Uncover head, and pray a bit,
Before I'm fit to stare
Into the eye of God . . . Within a week
Perhaps . . .

^__Margaret E. Haughawout.

Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
Page 30
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)