Colorado
The leaves orange and yellow,
carry me up through the woodland,
to the mountains big and tall.
Take me to the canyons,
down to the plains,
up to a valley,
away from everything.
Carry me to the slopes,
where friends from afar meet and play,
and then take me home where I know its safe.
Bring me back to that wonderful place,
where people friendly and always a smiling face.
I hope I dream every night,
of the leaves orange and yellow,
and the mountains big and tall.
This poem is about:
Me