Sojourn Poetry
The coolness of the high altitude campground
required layers of clothing for warmth.
Packed and ready, I motorcycled down
the mountain on a gravel road towards civilization.
The warmth of the valley provided only a temporary
relief from the coolness, for the mountain pass lay ahead.
RVs and semi trucks lumbered up the steep grade
as the coolness returned and dropped even colder.
At the top of Monarch Pass, I did not stop.
I motored on towards lower altitude
and warmer temperatures.
Finally, I was able to remove layers of clothing.
Miles later, on the eastern plains of Colorado,
I motored through the town of Lamar
and noticed the sign on the bank
flashing time and a temperature of 102 degrees.
Brent
ahhh warmth!