Emily's Cabin

Emily's cabin is out on Broadford

at the place where water flows beneath the road.

It's a charming little cabin made of giant logs.

Her house is magical

because her parents built it log by log just like a beavers lodge.

You might see her playing in the woods as you drive by

but remember she is living in a different world

than you and I, 

Way out on Broadford

like a cloud

Floating in the sky!

Going Into Ketchum

Going into Ketchum takes the best part of a day.

You've got to stop at Atkinson's and the old Stock Pot Cafe.

The lumber yard is calling and what about Chateau?

It's just another run for Coca Cola and supplies

and sometimes if we're lucky a celebrity is spied.

We politely ignore them to protect their privacy

but what we'd really like to do is invite them home for tea.

Oh well, They will never know just what they've missed

by not knowing you and me.

The van is loaded to the brim and we're headed

up the canyon once again.

We hope to see a bear or better yet a moose, 

but one thing's for sure

and that's the fact that some surprise 

is always seen along the way

any time we go into Ketchum for the day.

62 Pontiac

My 62 Pontiac was a mighty machine,

low and wide and mean with 425 horse ready,

As we cruised the neighborhood, every eye would stop.

It was a a convertible, electric blue, white vinyl top.

It had mag wheels and glowing lights to show them off.

It made the older people scoff but to me and my teenage friends

it was the living end.

We washed it twice a day or more.

We fed it gasoline and oil and polished every spot.

We lived within the confines of that car

and while it lasted, we were hot.

Paddling A Canoe

Paddling a canoe is something everyone should learn to do.

It teaches balance, harmony and grace.

Paddling a canoe helps you learn to set a proper pace.

It is an art to glide on water.

Its a spiritual journey and a silent ride.

It a bit of ancient pride.

Its a wonder to travel by canoe.

I hope that you will have the chance to paddle too!

Primary Destination

My first car was blue, dark blue.

It was not new but I didn't care.

With that car I could go anywhere,

 but I didn't go far.

My primary destination was the car!

Last Ten Miles

The most beautiful drive we take each year

ends a thousand miles from here.

But, the distance quickly fades 

and 

we know it's all worthwhile 

in those last ten miles.

We travel up a mountain road among tall pines

along a winding stream.

We cross bridge after bridge as in a dream

and finally we reach our little cabin on the stream.

We see the steam still rising from our very own hot spring.

We stay all summer long and fish and hike

and entertain and endless train

until the leaves begin to change

and the we go before the snow

but we take our ten mile parting mighty slow.

Motorcycles

Motorcycles were my obsession at fourteen years of age

in my life they form a very exciting page.

With flashing chrome and knobby tires

I gathered thrills and a few very memorable scars.

Testosterone and Triumph were my guiding lites.

For Franklin it was kites,

but for me - motorized bikes.

Eating burgers and greasy fries

and talking about clutches and brakes

and wearing leather and using whitworth tools.

those were the lessons I remember best

not the ones from schools.