The Tetons Poem by Matthew Buchwald

Up where the air is clear
Beauty frees the mind of worry,
The hikers on the ridgetop trails
The climbers on the peaks above.
We too could scale the mountains once,
Lovers, champions of Nature
And critters for companions
Before drudgery and disease
Breathed on our lives with musty breath;
But some time and in some wild place
We'll learn that decay is not an end
But just another beginning,
The spirit being renewed, and once again
Singing gladly as the Tetons do;
We'll find champions among people
That climb on mountains.