Bring me home to Rocky Mountain heights so that I might slide
the
July-snow releasing that 4 year-old
buried just beneath the
adult surface where
’ere I truly do and always have and will
forever
reside in Awesome want of
simple-humble Truth-Peace!
Oh! Me beauty Cripple Creek! Where mountain man has
gopher-
tunneled
a lust for golden ore and silver strike to rival crater-moon.
Sweet bow a Fiddle Sunshine Gold bring forth a tear as four-taught
pronounced
upon the clearness air a song reality to stir me heart and
soar
me spirit Wild upon yon escarpment
sentinel above yon green-
blue
ocean cadenced march of white foam crest-wave trough subtle
race
silent-solace Love to rendezvous
yonder white-sand beach. Amen!
Dance-choreograph
me heart-song in flute notes join fiddle melody in
harmony
with Live! Love! Laugh! a Faith Family! Freedom! mantra!
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