On the Ridge

Church spires compete
With taller mountains
Eagles soar higher
Clouds roam everywhere
Playing hide and seek
With the drifting sun.
The cold inspires
Warm feelings
In lovers' hearts
Camera men encourage
Passionate poses
And closer ties--
couples sit idly
Lost in each other
Gazing beyond
Where hills merge
With skies.
Children ride
As if on the clouds above
Ice creams melting in their mouths.
Only the coolies
Carry heavy loads
For everyone
The chilly winds
And the biting cold.