Rockies Poems - Poems about Rockies

Upon the Rockies, where winter unfolds, A landscape transformed, in white it holds. Snow-laden peaks, a majestic array it holds Nature's masterpiece in cold ballet it folds, Icy winds whisper through the canyon's embrace, As snowflakes dance, creating a lace. Evergreen sentinels, stoic and tall, in solace, Witness the winter's enchanting thrall. In place. Rocky cliffs adorned with frosty attire,...

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Sitting by the side of the waterfall, I have tried to reach the sky, The air may be thin, the trek may be hard, But to touch the waterfall so close, Was the dream of my life. The splash of water on my face, wakes my senses tired and asleep, The water gushes past huge boulders, making the best music I have heard...

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Loaded up and gassed Got a four-day pass Ramblin' in the Rockies ...Coquihalla holiday Crested o’er the pass Hope the brakes’ll last Needle Peak behind me ...Coquihalla holiday Driver’s turnin’ pale Down the Devil’s Tail To Othello. It's a mother. ...Coquihalla holiday Evening shadows fade Running down grade Almost got it made ...Coquihalla holiday Morning shining in Y’oughta see my grin It’s heaven past eleven ...Coquihalla holiday Appaloosa pony A meadow in the morning Nickers at...

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From a high vantage point I see a vast vista of the Rockies, through green spruce rises frozen flame, yellow aspens blazing untamed. Leaves bright in their autumnal coat, amaze the eyes of tourist folk, as if to say, “Winter…match this!” But we know nothing gold persists. I can see, in the peaks above, the mountains clad in a white glove, creeping lower as days...

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Craggy snow-capped crowns, Skirting skyline’s golden hue. ...

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I just returned from a trip to Montana where the Northern Rockies are still tipped in white traces of snow and the pines grow through crevices in rocks! The valleys peak through in hues of green below the shadows of hills that seem to roll on forever! the way the sun kisses the mountain beneath pink...

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My quest to walk across the nation, like vaunted pioneers of old, started in Maine six months ago, post vlogs of my progress for folks. I am deep in Wyoming now, and I’m on my third pair of shoes, brown grass beneath, cropped by cattle, in front the prairie meets its end. It’s a spread of foot-hills at first, low and slashed by gullies,...

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* * * The trapper looked for the oddly-dressed man, but could no longer see him, or his tent. He glanced around, so supremely confused, now where the devil had that darned fool went? He searched along the whole of the lake shore, but of the strange man he found no sign, scratched his head and wondered if the thin air was somehow...

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Eamon heard the rocks skitter away, scree tumbling down with his every step, descending from towering Mount Gilborne, to a lake below where he could rest. He knew a spot to set up his new tent, where the conifers came down to the shore, vibrant blue waters, the peak high above, a nature-lover could not ask for more. After setting up camp he...

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Spring in all its splendor has arrived - what a pleasant relief! The grass has greened and the trees have begun to leaf! Robins have returned and cheerily serenade me at the break of dawn. Alas, those pesky dandelions scourge my pristine, emerald lawn! The golden sun greets daffodils awakening from hibernation, And colorful tulips blossom, beautifying God's grand Creation! Pastel...

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The sky seems to be on fire, Almost supernatural, Burning magnesium bright. Almost as if Armageddon is coming; As if it's already here. It transfers its brillance to the mountains Turning the rock into pillars of flame, Makinf them seem even more immovable, Even more untouchable, Grander, and more breathtakingly terrifying Than ocean waves at night. And if the scholars are right And my time here is...

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