By Rich Grimm   Outlaw5503@aol.com
Date: 21 March 2000

Colorado

I remember days long gone, when I was but a child playing in the warm sun…
With my faithful dog Lady, chasing snakes out of their holes to take their rattles,
I'd sell them to a Navaho friend and of course, scare the little girls at school.
Then there was the old man who lived next door who let me ride his prize horse,
When the fall days called us to race the wind while blazing many a new trail.
And there was Walt- the Reservation sheriff who took me along with him,
Giving me the opportunity to meet and be befriended by many of America's sons.
I learned of their ways and taught them some of my own while our spirits soared…
Little Rock Thrower and Creek Jumper were my brothers in blood- the Three Warriors.
I believe that although my body was formed in Maryland- my soul came alive in Colorado,
The wind whispered its secrets to me, the land spoke to me of ages past and I loved life.
I still remember the last sunset as we returned eastward- and the tears that flowed down…

Many years passed before I had the opportunity to visit the land of my soul's birth,
And each one away was spent in longing- in a state of anxious regret and remorse…
Finally the day arrived when at last my homecoming would be fulfilled,
A joy closely akin to rapture filled my soul and lifted my eager spirit to the sunny sky.
This time accompanied by a sweet lady who made my heart sing, I was in Heaven- again,
We camped out under the stars, walked in the moonlight and slept in my car.
The feeling of serenity was not mine alone- this place of beauty had touched her soul also,
As we sat with our bare feet in the water, there was a kind of magic in the air…
The wind again whispered its secrets and called out fondly to me- like a long lost lover-
Like a song once forgotten but suddenly familiar or the ghost of a childhood memory,
Relaxing as a lullaby softly sung to a sleepy infant…
I was home.