‘The Catskill Mountains’ by Ubs Reece Idwal The Society October 15, 2014 Beauty, Poetry From the Pages of Washington Irving, for my Hudson River Friends Whoever ‘s made a voyage up the Hudson must remember Catskill Mountains, a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, I trust. West of the river, swelling to a noble chance, their hues and shapes are magical barometers. When weather’s fair, they’re clothed in blue and purple dance. They print their outlines bold on Earth’s thermometers, against the clear and lovely, cloudless evening skies, about to be explored by keen astronomers. But sometimes they will gather vapors of great size, in hoods of gray, about their summits, in the dusk; and in the sunset’s rays, their crowns of glory rise. Featured Image: “Sunset” by Frederick Edwin Church Related Post ‘Those Who Do Not Remember the Past . . .’ by Ja... I sing of Arthur and Excalibur, The Table Round and fealty professed By knights devoted to a noble quest For what was right and good, and pure. ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.