Rocky Mountain High

One of our campers, Greta Ohaus, wrote this exceptional poem

ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH

Following the mountain roads,

I breathe crisp untainted air, it softly breathes back

Across the genuine smiles

Scattered around the fire’s enticing glow.

Galloping through the mountain valleys,

I see colors flash by, too slow for my heart

That beats in time with my horse

And the strong stride underneath me can take me anywhere.

Trekking up the mountain’s side,

I hear thunder growl and moan

In the distant textured sky

Where the sun’s rays peak through behind gathering clouds

Warming my back and spreading through my aching body.

Dancing into the mountain’s mysterious night,

I listen to the people I love

Sing their lungs out

And thrash around like maniacs they aren’t afraid to be.

Crying to Rocky Mountain High,

I pull the people who shaped my life close

We take in the sweet mountain air

The flaming sunset

The piles of adventure filled letters

The tie-dyed shirts

The war painted horses

The tear stained smiles

And the majestic mountains surrounding our home.

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