High On A Mountain
When I was a young man, I would often walk for days in the mountains of Colorado and New Mexico. At each fork in the trail, I would stop and debate which direction to follow, and sincerely wish that I could follow both. Even today, when I close my eyes, I still see the entire world spread before me just as it was from the top of the trail high in the Weminuche Wilderness! The inevitable choices between this path or that, seem to have always led to a new and even more thrilling vista of possibilities! This morning, this poem came unbidden to my tongue. I hope that you and each of my children and grandchildren will find paths as free and memorable as those which lay before me! +++++++++++++++++++++ High On A Mountain High on a mountain Free as the wind A path lies before me Shall I follow it then? Through meadows of Springtime, To the valley below, Heedless I tarried Where sweet waters flow. I found a cabin ‘Tween the high mountains arms. I thought myself sheltered From evi