I Could Never Feel Alone Poem by John Yaws

I think of time I've wasted,
In the twilight of my years.
The pleasures I have tasted,
Often mingled with my tears.
I'd like to roll out of my bedroll,
On a frosty Rocky morn,
Up among the high sierras-
Where the rivers all are born.
Theres a jay who's loudly scolding-
My trespasses in his realm,
Pretty soon I will be leaving,
This high meadow all to him.
There's a track down on the lakeshore,
Has to be a mountain lion,
She was hunting in the darkness,
Seeking breakfast for her scion.
While up here in the mountains-
Something turns my thoughts to God,
Who created all this beauty-
Where few men have ever trod.
Last night a mountain sunset-
Painted all the western sky,
Overcome by all the beauty,
I could only sit and cry.
The Aurora Borealis-
Hung her curtains of pure light-
Rippling in the icy stillness,
What an awe-inspiring sight.
In a way I'd like to die here,
Let the earth encase my bones,
With God's beauty all around me,
I could never feel alone.