A timid moon blushed behind a cloud
As somewhere a coyote wailed aloud
At the lonely loveliness tonight
Framed in its halo of hazy light
The plain spread its tablecloth of sand
At the feet of mountains old and grand
Stars like angels' eyes blinked serenely
Viewing creation set supremely.
Teasing rocks, playful brooks brushed their banks
Sailing o'er their beds without care or thanks,
But in thanksgiving the blanket of sod
Lifted its red rose and Goldenrod
Stamped with the words, "Handiwork of God"
-Larry Ray Hafley
TRUTH MAGAZINE, XVI: 19, p. 4