BIRTHRIGHT

By

Millicent Ward Whitt

Who has the gift of mountains

To live with day by day

Has found an endless treasure

That cannot fade away.

And should he travel later

To where the prairies lie,

Still that imprinted pattern

Reflects against the sky.

As eyes that turn from gazing

Into a blazing light

Still see its splendor shining

Upon the aftersight,

So those with mountain dazzled eyes

Shall nevermore see empty skies.

From “Say to the Moment”

Poems by Millicent Ward Whitt  1996