The cliffs rise sharp on either side,
To catch the rolling, ocean tide.
The water, deep and crystal clear,
A place of wonder and of fear.
The eagles circle high above,
This harsh and wild land I love.
A quiet, stunning, brutal grace,
Carved upon the planet’s face.
Inspired by towering mountain peaks and the quiet, untouched wilderness, Noah’s poetry is an ode to the natural world. He writes about the insignificance of man when standing before nature, and the deep peace that...
He walks the hills with crook and dog,Through morning mist and heavy fog.He guides the flock to patches...
A silhouette against the blue,Where mountain winds come rushing through.It stands alone on rocky ground,Where only silence can...