It was a cold August day in the Beartooths
when I met another hiker with a party
from the university at Bozeman
all of them eager to climb
As we sat resting on a fallen spruce
chatting of this and that
the jobs we had in the city
and girls we'd known
I looked up at the peaks shining above
and caught my breath at the beauty
of sky and mountains, alpine peaks
and sunny meadows!
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Big sky is big beauty, is it not...