A Welcoming Road
For a while, the condensation has sat like cotton Above the mountain peaks. I watch the landscape roll by As we drive into the root of the Rockies. They are rigid and mysterious mountains — Teeming with life. Unpredictable and dangerous. I watch the concrete path as I ride, it summons to guide me through the giants From mighty cliffs to peaceful prairies It summons to lead me into the heart of the dirt, the rivers, and stones. I trust the man made highway on each steep bend a