This summer my family and friends went up to Creede, CO. If you don't know where that is, its in the Weminuche wilderness and home to some of the most beautiful trails in the entire world. My family has gone up there every year since before my older sister was born.
So I wrote this poem about it to accompany some of the photographs I took. Enjoy.

The sun dances on the silver black hills
For the last time it strokes the cold stone with its warm fingers
The air is cold to the touch
The sun dances on the silver black hills.

What madness possesses thee who treads upon the beaten land?
The land marked with the footsteps and shadows of history’s hand?
To be alone and to feel so small is not such a sacrifice
To see the sun dance on the silver black hills.

Where does the beauty give way to might?
Where are the silk petals brushed into the mountains big and tall?
The land is just so big,
And man is so small.

What madness possesses me to sit upon this trodden ground?
To look at the stars in their ranks of beauty as they stream across the sky?
What madness possesses me to touch the flower sweet
And run my hand through the rushing river deep?
What madness possesses me, who treads upon the beaten land?
It is the sun that dances on these silver black hills.

It is hard to imagine that there is anything more beautiful than that which is already there:
The shimmering leaves and stars in the sky,
The soil untouched by human hands,
Oh, the beauty of this land shaped by history’s cold and unforgiving hand.
Oh, the beauty of the sun that dances on the silver black hills.

Oh, the whispering leaves that still the hurricane inside me.
The rain that smells of home.
The land that possesses me to dream.