My Cradle

As the sun rises

in the East,

I look out the window

to the West,

and view the soft mounds

of foothills

surrounding our little valley.

In Spring,

the brilliand greens turn mauve.

In Summer,

the soft brown becomes lavendar.

The darker browns of Fall

blaze crimson,

and the virginal white of Winter glows

a delicate pink.

The Artist, our Creator,

produces a fresh masterpiece

to delight my eyes

each morning.

Mine eyes have seen the majesty

of the Colorado Rockies,

the tree covered mountains of the East,

even the splendor of our own beautiful Cascades.

None can compare

to the foothills that cuddle,

shelter and comfort me

in the Cradle that is

Wenatchee!