THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS


The mists of dawn
Fall on me as sleep fades
The smell of pine
Sweet in the air

I look to the sky
The last star shimmers
The Mountain cold
A glow orange and red

The land cascades into the distance
Shadows of man and nature
The City lights
Still calm as the sun rises

A new day has begun
The forest comes to life
Spring snow covers the ground
The rich sounds of birds
A squirrel runs up a tree
To hidden treasures
A wild cat yells
In the trees not to close

The breakfast fire
Bids a warm welcome
Eggs and bacon
A growl in my stomach

Movement all about the camp
A child stirs
The tent vibrates
A yawn of morning delight

The cry time to eat
Then pack the camp
A days hiking
Another night and morning


Michael V Hechtman