by Carl L. Biemiler
Oh Colorado! Oh Colorado!
To the skies your hills are speaking.
Did you know those hills are leaking?
Things were always popping into Dad's head. The above verse came during a trip to Trail Ridge Road in Colorado. Dad's Sister-in-law, my Aunt Dottie, loved taking the out of staters up into "her" rocky mountains. This trip must have been in late spring when the snows were still melting and of course, to one who didn't know, the hills were indeed leaking.
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