The Rockies

I wish I were there again …
high on a ridge so I might
smell the fresh mountain air.

To see another days
birth of the daylight star,
as it slowly rises in a
copper sky…
far above the horizon
of planet earth.

To see the aspen turn
their leaves golden,
and watch the eagle
soar high above the
forest trees.

To see the snow capped mountains
standing tall, and hear the echo’s
of the mighty timber wolf’s call.

To fish a trout from an
ice cold stream, or lie
in the green grass
and just daydream.

To the ends of the earth
I’ve been, but the Rockies…
I wish I were there again!

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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