by B.H. Fisher
There is a place on earth for us,
Where sparkling water pours,
O'er rocks and sands of wilderness;
It's called God's great outdoors.
"Here is the home of fighting fish,
Dens where the bruin snores,
Huge mountain crests where eagles seek
To share God's great outdoors.
Yes, here is where the wild game roams,
Where gypsy bird life soars.
Where the sun, the wind, the rain, and snow
Meet in God's great outdoors.
Here's where the din of raging storms
Is hushed by tranquil shores,
Where life and death are next of kin,
Mixed in God's great outdoors.
(with thanks to Tom Furlong, St. John's, Nfld.)