If I were a cow

I would roam beneath a mountain

and drink from a cool stream.

If I were an Arrowleaf flower

I would grow on a mountain hillside

and smile proudly at the hikers passing by.

If I were the remains of an old mining cable

I would stare at the mountains

and remember a time

when miners depended on my strength

to transport their coal.

If I were a wooden bridge

I would keep walkers safe as they crossed

and as they stopped in my middle

to admire the the mountain stream view

And if I were a mountain

I would look to the clouds and smile.