The High Country From Almora. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

The dry cold air clears your lungs
Whilst five brothers of these mountains
Peer down on your praying
Offering silence, offering clarity
Offering Himalayan attitude
And Himalayan altitude
To be be back is my dreaming
To be back in a land of understanding
That yet I do not fully understand
To be cold and shivering is my dream
Where the air is dangerously clean
And the wind flutters through your mind
Bringing messages of long forgotten time
Stories of other times stories of other lives
From Almora we can gain this high world
From Almora we can see the sky
Come on come with me ere we die……