Gila Mountains

S shaped roads
through mountains roam;
blanketed by Douglas Firs
and Pines which allow
foggy mist to seep through
their defense lines.

A far travel from Silver City,
one which those of old made
to reside among the cliffs
set back in the Gila's;
surrounded by scenes
we gasp at with awe.

Proud mountains which
take to bosom secrets
not easily revealed.
Rites of passage
only the wind reveals
in gentle breezes.

Beautiful Gila's,
your grounds support
the thankless and the appreciative.
Each has joined their heartbeat
with yours. One acknowledges
your splendor, the other forsakes
your wisdom.

I'll never forget the first time
I stepped upon your lap.
Eyes wide, scents of pine
and sounds of rushing water.
I was young, but even I
marveled at the magnificence
of your creation.