About the Poem
Mount Shasta is to me, probably the most beautiful place I have ever seen. As a child, I remember staring in awe at this mountain for hours. In death, I wish my ashes to be spread over the volcanic crater atop this magnificent creation, that the pains and heartache of life might be erased in infinite splendor.
|by Michael Anderson|
|Few things in this life could be so-
Beautiful as Shasta painted in snow.
As every freshly fallen flake- Glistens,
A diamond in daybreak.
Majestic trees donning angelic white-
Reach for heaven almost taking flight.
As gentle winds upon my face-
Bless me with Winter's wondrous grace.
Across the lake my spirit dwells-
Glimpsing perfection, aspiration swells.
Dreams soar boldly over the mountain crest.
Alas, in death, it's here I'll rest.
For few things could ever touch this-
Pure mesmerizing state of bliss.
Except maybe the suns' sweet loom-
Over Shasta Daisies in Spring bloom.