Best Timberline Poems

...MIND AND MOUNTAIN

Life
A climbing process
A gradual, grand ascent to view?
Mind can inveigle such

To go where all manner wild affecting grows
Foothills of some towering height
Mind can spi......

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...Moonlight glistened like stars on the snowy mountain lane
   Ascending to a mesa above the timberline
Horses from the valley ranch often grazed with free rein
   More than once fillies had climbed......

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...From Canada to California back up in the trees,
There’s a legendary creature no one ever really sees,
He’s a snow-man and an ape-man, and a monster and a myth,
But he’s no one that a man would eve......

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   I like the accidental, 
incidental
way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline, 
like angelic lung 
that breathes it all in,
drifts to the next flowering, 
a honey bee in a land o......

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   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of watering misfit eye", 
looking for a new place 
to touchdown and......

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...Wilderness! My God at the wilderness
Always I have been here, but never this alone
Never without some means of transport -yet so I am
What choice to make, what direction for survival
As if I've n......

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...ON BARR TRAIL

the going is steep –
twenty-five percent grade –
twelve miles to the top

legs tire already
we plan to go half way up
to where the trees stop

from there only rock
and no beauty in the......

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...A Pikes Peak Winter Night

The mountain peak at sunset time
Gives off a crimson glow
And high above the timberline
There lies eight feet of snow
I watch the sun drop out of sight
And stars glo......

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...My losing struggle with not so easy "chair"

buoyed me aloft beyond
outer limits of the twilight zone
where dark shadows
lurked along green acres
creating hee haw sounds.

Aforementioned adve......

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...Deer linger in the bitterbrush
Below the gambel oak—
The brittle fern shows no concern
For killdeer or cowpoke.

The miner’s candle lights our way
Now lost in limber pine—
The water birch does......

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...Some friends we met a year ago
On an Italian tour
Said, "Visit us in Oregon -
We'd love to see you more."

It took a year but here we are
And what a day they planned!
We drove 200 miles, viewi......

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...County Down winter falls hard buried in snow
Bone chilling ice buries the soul that had a heart
Sliced in two twice removed from love from life
From the equation to a distance in a kiss
Mistaken ......

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Have you been
Hiking the  Quiraing trail on the isle of Skye?
watching golden eagles as they fly by?
Have you been
Hiking through fields of paintbrush on Mount Hood?
From Trillium Lake to Timb......

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...Hold the phone, hold the freakin’ phone. Lisa’s got a boyfriend!
I’ve never seen Lisa with a boyfriend. Lisa draws men like fireworks on a dark night, but I’ve never seen her keep one. I mean, it’s ......

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...The snow comes on the rumblings of mistakes
As alien nature not named but numbing all the same
Comes crashing, colliding by accident in atmospheres 
In fear, chrystals of silence remind us of the ......

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