Sandy beaches are my home
But, you, my Rocky Mountains
I love and need you the most
My heart, Boulder Canyon owns
Allow me to lose myself in you
Colorado River, strong and bold
It is you I long for each morning
Quench this fight inside me
My desires I want you claiming
Allow me to lose myself in you
Your trees of green remind me
To everything there is a season
Walking through, a true test
My love, without you, life not worth living
Allow me to lose myself in you
Colorado Rockies, my tried-and-true
Powerful force of dominance
I’ve spent my life claiming you
Waiting for you to call me home
Allow me to lose myself in you
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Nice. I could lose myself in that river too!
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It’s cold. You’ve been warned!
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Well, once the swimming is done, you go home and get warm!
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Yes! Warm blankets, tea or coffee, candles and lots of stretching.
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The mountains do get under your skin. Lovely poem.
Leslie
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They truly do, Leslie. Thank you for your comment. They are so inspiring for many reasons, but for me they bring me closer to those I love. Actually, help me love, if that makes sense.
Have a great night,
Audrey
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It does indeed.
Leslie
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Oh that IS beautiful!
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Thank you, Starr. It is my favorite place. Just thinking about this place all day has saddened me. I miss it so. 🙂 Have a great night! I’ve been in the sun all day. Looking for a bit of A/C now.
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Love the Sierras as well. The phrase “Sierra Mountain High” just doesn’t have the impact. Nice post.
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LOL..John! Thank you for that laugh.
The Sierras are beautiful…
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You go there, Audrey.
(And didn’t JD sing ‘West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains …)
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I’m hoping to visit this summer, Mark.
(Yes, I believe he did. Mountains all the same, however. I was afraid this poem would stir thoughts of JD instead of my love, and these Mountains.)
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That’s why I mentioned Blue Ridge to steer thoughts away … I’ve driven through Adirondacks and Berkshires and Catskills and Poconos and other east coast small ranges, and imagine the biggies out west to be very different.
Anyhow, I hope you get that chance to visit, Audrey.
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Awe, look at you being so supportive. Maybe it’ll work. Yeah, they are different. The Rockies are fantastic. You and Karen should go some day.
I will and write all about it.
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Yes! I will be reading when you do.
Actually, Karen and I are planning such an adventure for 2015.
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Good!
Ooo, you’ll love it.
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Very nice. Channeling good ol’ John Denver this morning I see.
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I was afraid someone would think that!!! Ahhh!!! Noooo! Please no… I’m deleting this right now. LOL
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I liked his music personally. But it has been a long time since I listened to it. Intended as a compliment and the words were not what made me say that, but the spirit of longing for your mountain home. I can relate, gotta get to a beach soon. 🙂
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I don’t mind his music, Michael. He inspires so many people. I love that sort of spirit. Okay, thank you for clarifying yourself, but not needed. I was just showing you some dramatic arm flailing. LOL
The beach is always nice. 🙂
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Family….love….missing….laughter… Memories…… Sigh
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Yes, loads of love and missing, indeed.
Love you, Mom.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Suzie. How sweet of you!
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Oh, how beautiful! I espcially like that “allow me to lose myself in you”. 🙂 Precious!
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Thank you, Line. I miss those mountains so much. Thanks for recognizing my plea.
Blessings!! 🙂
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