The Memories Yet to be Seen - My Family Travels


 A crystal blue surface

The luscious green hues of the thousands of petals and leaves

The soft hoots and the cheerful chirps that penetrate the silence

The smiles yet to come,

The laughter that rings,

The memories yet to be seen,

To be experienced


See with your own eyes…

The cerulean blue lakes that beckon you, like sailors to mermaids

The verdant green that surrounds you in waves of bright teal and green,

With the added touch of a rainbow here and there

Or perhaps the very rocks in which the state is named after,

The stunning sunset or maybe the sunrise in which many praise

Or maybe the twinkling of the stars is what you look for

The memories continue to live on


Hear with your own ears…

The chirps and squeaks of the dancing birds and chipmunks, going about their day

The soft laughter that a company’s your trek through a spacious era which has yet to be touched

The gurgles of streams and brooks

The crunch of gravel under your feet

The soft pitter patter of the clean rain

The flutter of wings that marks a hummingbird’s passing



The challenge of fishing,

With its pungent smells and tiny instruments,

Waiting to glide within the blue of sky

The wait and the reward

A plump bass or maybe a colorful trout, the possibilities are endless.

Maybe a peaceful hike, through the miniature forests of the land

Or a walk through sunlit meadows,

Bursting with a myriad of shades and hues that would make a rainbow jealous

Through jutting rock, of reds, greens and blues,

Through overgrowth, teeming with life

Maybe a trip into the mountain side, where an eye for treasure awaits

Or, maybe horseback riding

Where a friendly pat and a loving touch gives you leeway to secret little grottos,

But be careful, you don’t want to get lost

And let’s not forget Fido along the way


Experience the wonders of catching a lively trout, after a longs days wait,

Or hear the orchestra that plays by day, and continues into the night

See feathers gliding in midair, or the elegant walk of a deer and her mate

The agility of the majestic mountain rams

The vivid beauty in which the land portrays

The strumming of a heartbeat,

The joyful banter of day


Experience it all…

In Colorado

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