there’s a place, where troubles can not climb
high in the mountains, among the great rocks and streams
the climber only hearth sounds of peace, love and life
wild deer drink from the springs and little foxes hide
find a niche, a place to sit, to think for days, weeks…
absent rude people, absent guns and traffic
wash your soul in the trail dust from hard clawing assent
feel the wild and set your heart free
blue skies, cold rain, woody smoke fires and thoughts of zen
yellow sun, green meadows, ancient canyons and deep snow
earth mother and father make love as hail explodes from the sky
deep in the cave dwells a fountain of knowledge and a turning
homeward