Artwork Description:
What is it about the West,
brother, that makes us so
eager for summit snow
which proves too tall a test
for those who crave the sky,
who stretch before we die
We had the High Plains prairie
under our Vibram boots,
and there we sank our roots.
Both of us chose to marry,
you in your normal way,
but me I sailed astray.
We have our peaks to vet
where I am roped to you,
magnificent, the view.
Indulge my cigarette,
slowing the way we go
up Shuksan in the snow.
Artwork Keywords:
Pacific, Northwest, Washington, Mountain, Snow, Mt Shuksan, Original Watercolor