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Where Words Take Me

Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. – John Muir quoted by Samuel Hall Young in Alaska Days with John Muir (1915) chapter 7
God never made an ugly landscape. All that the sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.” ~ John Muir
John Muir is on my list of people I would like to have spent time with. Perhaps the only thing more beautiful than his energetic, artistically descriptive words were the scenes he gazed upon. I long for the times I can wander the hills, mountains, and streams to “wash my spirit clean”, and I do.

A view of Eldorado National Forest from Route 50

A view of Eldorado National Forest from Route 50

Going Home?

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
John Muir, Our National Parks

Mountains and more mountains

Mountains and more mountains

Where will you go?

Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

~John Muir

Stories in every stone

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Then came a silence, a hush that only solitude knows
The hazy sun, diving to the horizon all aglow
 
Peeked, all other sounds, tho faint, seems to explode
Hidden now, a trail, reverent americans once rode
 
Shadows grow, the bouquet of color dims and greys
Light diminished, familiarity rushes from this place
 
Exhaling breath that finds the exit difficult to behold
A piece not to be touched wishes for the days of old
 
Not to fear, atrocities, adventure, stories not passed on
What of this spot? Man and nature have tread upon
Kansas Tree
 
There are stories in every stone, in each ancient tree
Who, if any, were along this trail, witness to see?
 
Many running aloof, bestowed in them a respect
Content they were, their future they could not protect
 
Skies open in all directions, they have seen, seen all
The lands the same, mostly, many did rise and fall
 
Progress wandered along this way defined by the ages
Leaving the open, the expanse, in some sort of cages
 
Winds still blow, visions distorted, unreal still appear
Or maybe it’s a trick, played on all whom traverse here
Colorado
 
Hark! The rustle along the edge draws all away
The breeze that blew then still rushes the same way
 
Truths hide in sight, protected by the wild, and time
Tarry longer, that age is gone, only remnants to find
 
Perhaps, as it should be, to save the stories for those,
The ones unspoiled, passed down by the ones that know 
 
Treading on ground, leaving this place, quivering alone
A sachem long gone could draw the past from a stone
 
So it remains, the places we see, only a trace to then
Lest we forget all, a time, we must remember had been
Nevada