Oh, rounded, blue-toned mountains cradling an impressive valley,
You delight me.
Oh, groves of quaking aspens with your rattling leaves,
Your sounds enthrall me.
Oh, thickets of Gambel oak that sport vibrant orange in the fall,
Your colors beguile me.
Oh, subalpine firs mingled with pine trees,
Your rich depth enchants me.
Oh, rare wild river passing through green fields,
Your cool flow entrances me.
Oh, natural springs draining sulfur-tinted water into the current,
Your aroma tickles my nose.
Oh, mineral-laden bubbles floating over moss-covered stones,
Your lightness thrills me.
Oh, trout, chubs, and suckers swimming below the waves,
Your fluidity mesmerizes me.
Oh, ranches spaced out in luxuriant meadows,
You summon me home.
Oh, sapphire blue skies extending into infinity,
You remind me of my fallibility
Oh, Yampa Valley, now when I close my eyes;
I recall a childhood resplendent with beauty.

Laura L. B. Border grew up in Steamboat Springs, graduated from SSHS, and lives in Boulder, Colorado.

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