Long Bugling Poems

I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours.  The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild.  They are the largest of the four remaining...

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A slight mist of fog is caught in the act of being by the light of the early morning
sun. Sometime during the dark of night it crept along from whence it came to the base...

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The Roosevelt Elk
The Roosevelt Elk 

A beautiful,  majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride  that stands as tall as a horse, with a rack of antlers with many points that...

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Route 67 may not conjure up the romanticism of famed Route 66,
Nor does it wend its way across the country or provide you any kicks.
'Tis just a winding mountain road running from Divide to Cripple...

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The chorus of spring begins as peeper's                            ...

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See them crawling all over the ceiling
Pointing their slender anther in the air,
Their bugling eyes covered in a pound of flesh 
Waiting to plunge to their sacramental death
And the wind with a mountain of sin...

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There's a chill in the air and the aroma of burning leaves abounds.
The bugling of lovelorn elk is one of autumn's quainter sounds.
Trees that provided summer shade with jade-hued leaves, now shed,
Have assumed beautiful robes...

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I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air
of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair

Across the valley the mountains rise up high
jagged purple peaks piercing the azure sky

Eagles soar 'cross the sun...

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When solitary quests for TRANQUILITY I thirst, Pikes Peak I will ascend.
Ah! The SPLENDOR of that majestic mount nothing will e'er transcend!
As I mosey amongst its rugged tors and its towering heights,
I marvel at the...

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The Moon is almost...

Sullen skies forewarn the frozen shroud.
 Gale November winds sway bare limbed
trees, whistling in chorus with arrows of
Geese straining to steer south.

The familiar sound of the revolving lead 
Goose never wavers, but...

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Birds At The Feeder

small chittering, cheepings
winter wings brushed in Arctic air
chickadees squabble
to choose a seed
from the newly filled feeder
pecking and peeking
and picking just the right morsel
to nourish their individual need

some come, as the blue jays..
squawking...

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