Kremmling Colorado you're the crossroads

of thin water and evaporative sky,

the long stride of pterodactyls

just before flight.

Breckenridge and Silverthorne,

those other girls wear me out,

but you get in my face

with far away eyes,

willows on the watercourse,

a hawk for good reason.

I like the way you cut your hay

then let the sage keep rolling;

The further north we drove

the more you opened up

so I pulled over to pray:

Everything here begins and ends

with thank you. Creator,

if I am anything at all

I am You.

Make me a slope of sweet clover

for the good of my people,

show me how to share the water.

"Keep heading north" Spirit said.

So we followed the power

to Cowdrey and Lake John.

You began to sing

so I told you,

"One of these days

I'll make room for everything,

but right now

you're my only Colorado."

Stewart S. Warren