Sunday, May 25, 2008

Poem for Churup

We tried it once in March
And the lake was not to be.
Rain, thunder, altitude and time in our way.
Now we are back in May.
Bluer than blue skies.
Nevada Churup rising high above us.
The lake a brillant blue-green.
Mountain air thin and fresh.
Feeling alive!
A great hike, a great day.
Que lindo: Churup

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Love the poem Brian. Can't wait to hear about your most recent adventure. We are leaving for graduation tomorrow. Love you and we will miss you.
Mom