Words from the Mountain

I sit perched on a rock near the summit of Piestewa Peak
I ponder the breeze blowing South to North
Is there a breeze more pure than the one
felt when standing higher than all other points
as far as the eye can see?
Only the eagles, the angels and
the bumble bee buzzing in my ear know.


Piestewa Summit Breeze
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Cactus in the Clouds
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Camelback via Piestewa
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Puddle of Light
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