Three men on a mountain peak,
Gazed in silent awe,
On the scenic grandeur spread beneath the skies.
On the mist above the treetops.
The sun on silver streams,
And each man saw the scene through different eyes.
One man was a Preacher.
He sank down on his knees,
And thanked his God for nature’s beauties grand,
Confessed his own humility,
The puny lot of man,
And gloried in the sight his eyes had scanned.
One man was an Artist.
A painter of renown.
He saw the scene surrounded by a frame.
He knew if he could find the skill
To capture what he saw,
Then he would be assured of wealth and fame.
The third man was a Farmer.
He stood and let his gaze
Range as far as vision would allow.
O’er rugged hills and valleys,
And he murmured to himself:
‘What a lousy place to lose a cow.’