By Bunny Muzzonigro

 I was sitting out on the front porch about twenty years ago, when all the sights and sounds  of the wondrous Tremperskill, tucked away in the Andes valley of the Catskill Mountains, flooded my  senses and made its way into this poem:

I see the dense valley fog

burn off by early morning sun;

I hear the stream cascading down rocky ledges

to pools of brown and rainbow trout;

I see the blue heron swoop down on the mirrored pond

to fetch its daily prey;

I see the deer at night

munching on the lush, green alfalfa;

I see the faces of the people, relaxed, content,

with divine knowledge they have found

of Nature, Beauty  and Peace.