The Colorado Rocky Mountains for those that know me or have read some of my writings you know Colorado is dear to my heart and loved by me. It was a wild and untamed land before my time and sometimes as I wandered here and there in the Rocky Mountains I know I was a man born out of time. Pull up a log to my campfire and let me tell you what I have seen.
Rocky Mountains frontier I have heard your call,
Walking above timberline since I was three feet tall.
Woke in the mornings to a cold campfire and the mountain melodies,
In the ancient land of the Indians – the Utes, Arapahoe, and Cherokees.
Near the heavens and just below the horizon the treasures I have seen,
Eagle-eyed nature and the wilderness at its premium that only others can dream.
Of the high mountain tree whispers—I have heard the songs,
Knowing this old cowboy is exactly where he belongs.
Experienced the high meadows of the golden aspens quake,
Whenever doing a walk-about in my highlander breaks.
Followed the flight of a more than a few red-tailed hawks,
In the never summer mountains on my wilderness identity walks.
The sound of the wolves that float along with the midnight wind,
And the sound of the bugle of a bull elk in rut is music to my ears my friend.
So close in the night I can almost touch the falling rain of light of the stars,
If you were with me in this heavenly perch, the full moon above could be ours.
Rocky Mountains Frontier I have heard your call,
Majestic views of your world in fact make me feel every so small.
In the lofty mountains the blistering cold and the forever snow can be deadly,
Just know it is God’s strategy of the wild and you must treat it sacredly.
No more land to conquer or to file a claim—not even any savages to tame,
Rocky Mountains God’s finest carvings when the men of old are whispering your name.
Yes, I am a cowboy mountain man born a 150 years too late,
Pushing 60 I am, but I arrived in the Rocky Mountains way too late.
Kurt James © 2018
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