Pastures New

To pastures new you’ll venture soon

‘Though you’ve been there before

In books of many pages,

Seen images, much more,

You’ve never breathed the mountain air,

Touched Aspen leaves of gold,

Watched eagles soar the azure sky,

Seen Columbine unfold.

You’ve never walked the snow capped peaks,

Dreamed in the setting sun,

Sang songs around the campfire

With friends when day is done.

You’ve never heard the whisper

In the stillness of the night,

From one man and his music,

For each, his guiding light.

So when you’ve reached that special place,

Hold it dear within your heart,

For the magic and the memories,

With those, you’ll never part.