Analysis of Envisions of another time

Illusions  Blank Verse  

It is not difficult  to imagine this valley as it was before man put his hand upon the land, turning pristine meadows into orchards, farms, towns and roads while striving to retain the scenic beauty.
       Ochre brown foothills surround this lush fertile valley and rise to mountainous heights densely covered with fir and pine which appear to march upward toward an azure blue sky and golden orb bathes the landscape in warmth and light.
        Wildflowers  grow everywhere in cracks and crevices, emitting a heady perfume to rival the blossoms of the orchards in springtime.
       the heart, forever captivated, brings imagination  into play turning reality into illusions as one envisions a time long ago when this valley and its' hills were know only to native people who rode here on mighty steeds, hunted, fished and camped by rippling stream ....clear blue tarn nestled in the foothills.

This poem is an illusion
written by me  Norma J. Suddard on June 18th 2000