This poem was inspired by a visit to Georgetown, Colorado which was the setting for the John Denver film, A Christmas Gift. This is a place which has to be seen to be felt.
Nothing is newer,
Than a century old,
Yet nothing is old,
Where life breathes
new,
Within a pocket of
time,
Nestled between
mountains,
The legend awaits,
For the traveler to
come,
As the warmth of the
past,
Meets the heart of
the future,
Time begins to slow,
The traveler begins
to stroll,
Before old store
fronts,
Only seen within
cinemas,
And yet here they
stand,
In the truth of the
sunlight,
A treasure was
foretold,
To be found upon
these streets,
The mountains stand
above,
Like guardians of the
light,
For courage is
required,
To make a quest come
true,
And passion is the
key,
For taking the next
step,
While into a shop,
Curiosity beckons,
And the traveler
comes,
To find what comes
next,
Amidst things of the
past,
The traveler beholds,
For they are
signposts,
Of the road we have
come,
While the townspeople
tell,
Of all they can
share,
A tapestry is woven,
From words of the
heart,
And before each soul,
The magic is done,
For the legend
foretold,
Is of finding great treasure,
For knowing one’s
self,
Is the treasure
that’s true,
And the traveler does
bring,
The magic which
sings,
And the legend
foretells,
The traveler is you.
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