Show True Lovers Lavers of the Desert You friends are arc Invited to be bo partners to accompany me meon meon I Ion on a trip In your Imagining to a land of ageless beauty of flaming flam flame ing gorges and enchanted mesas mesas of of sunrise e and sunsets of explorers explorers ex long since gone paths as dim today almost as those of long ago I shall need you on this journey friends I shall be alone unless untes you choose to accompany me are there In fancy around my campfire when evening falls faUs to partake of my meager fare and to there relax beside a dying fire lire as desert night de do We shall listen to the crackling embers and feel the breathless breath less stillness of the desert night and fall at last Into the dreamless dream less slumber of the weary We shall awaken you and I In the purple dawn refreshed and eager for the adventures of the day I This first even evening I by my campfire at last I am really free I Propped up against an old cottonwood log tog the dreamy murmurs of my fire on one side and on a log beside me such a feast as asno asno asno no king could provide provide Dutch oven Dutch oven biscuits and a steak Just so and the coffee nectar coffee nectar I-nectar nectar for the gods I Utter contentment Drowsily the murmur of the Colorado floats up the canyon otherwise there Is not a sound I IThe The sky has cleared and there Is just a suggestion of coolness I In the air tonight I INow Now the first star appears a n sentinel of the night watching over the ghostly forms of towers and cliffs that only a n few moments before were blazing ramparts of glory aflame with the setting sun The night Is too beautiful too ton strange to bring slumber There Is time for reflections the wonder and the beauty the vastness of f It all the why of this creation I ITo To think that one tiny speck of humanity should be so gifted with powers as to see and realize It all to be able to encompass a n universe In his thoughts to In part be one with his Creator In this vast undertaking It Imparts a feeling of power yet one of deep humility Now It Is quite dark The evening star burns In brilliance above the canyon wall For a n moment there is a low humming I as a great plane with Its cargo of humanity wings Its way through the night all aU unmindful of my reverie beside the dying fire Gradually I slide lower and lower against the log sparks spiral spiral spi ral upward to be lost among the stars the flames become little dancing fairies doing a dreamy waltz and with the sweet seen scent forgetfulness of wood smoke filling my nostrils I am wafted into the land of n R. R D D. D GILL I f Box Steamboat Springs Colo |