As morning came we headed out through busy city roads
The cars and buses crowded around and trucks with heavy loads
The drivers looking stern and grim as from the lights they roar
Going to their office desk, the 'Drive Thru'or the Store
In the early sun, shadows are long, a cold cobalt blue sky
But a happy feeling in the hearts, of my family friends and I
For we are heading into the wilds of this'land of the free'
To look for Elk or maybe Moose, or any creatures that we can see
Then from north to south a barricade of Mountains fill our sight
But Clearwater Canyon provides the hope to ease this travellers plight
The running river by our side is frozen almost through
A solid mass of snow and ice that's coloured white grey and blue
Steep sided cliffs all etched with snow are blocking out the sun
A Bighorn Sheep looks down on us, now startled, see him run
Black tunnels appear in front of us like demons in the night
A quarter mile of eerie gloom then we burst back into the light
Heading upward past small townships these both old and new
Around about a host of Gold Mines from some the spoils still spew
Where years gone bye you can imagine some ruthless folk might hide
The roads still climbing towards the heavens and the Great Divide
Past the busy throng of ski slopes where City folk have fun
Peaks so high and valley's low, snow crystals sparkling in the sun
In Estes Park the snow is deeper and there's silence all around
I dream of bold pioneers and the heaven that they found
In summertime with abundant food the living was maybe easy
But nothing stirs when it's 20 below in the valley called Kawuneeche
The settlers cabin now stands abandoned half buried by deep snow
A reminder of those early days and what hardships the folk did know
BILBO 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dream of bold pioneer. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.