Rocky Mountain High
Rocky terrain and falling rain
Pressed hard on bodies out of shape
Made Tree Line and then night time
Four men in too small of a space
Commons area erected to meet and eat
Was a place where stories were told
Night number two, the open cold was bold
Tucked way down in a rolled out bag
Then the morning came like a freight train
The sun’s light and warmth behind a peak
The ground was rock, no sleep, tick tock
But oh the sights that we were able to see
Three days later we made the grade
Spent over an hour in a steamy hot shower
Washing away the pain that remained
Rocky Mountain High, Colorado