high up the weathered mountain is waiting
as you step-climb in adulation, anticipating
many footsteps have walked its ground
higher and higher looking for oneself found
clear blue air crystallizing your thoughts
free from all that made you distraught
Showy wood asters populate your ridges
As my spirit and you create new bridges
Jasper nestled below on your Earth
You invite us along with courage and mirth
Lovely!!
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Merci, Mich!
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John died far too young, foolish man, what a loss to we the people?
That’s a native for you and I should know.
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Yes, I totally agree with you, Walking Fox! It is difficult to believe some days…and I wonder WHO will carry on with his message?
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Love your poem and the beautiful flower.
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Thanks, Judy! I was fortunate to be in Alberta this past August and my friend took me to Jasper to see the Canadian Rockies! So cool! Also saw an elk, goats and 3 bears!
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