Gila Wilderness

I long to return to the
Gila wilderness,
Where the woodbine
Twineth,
Where the wild
Things are,
Where my old
Heart lingers
At campfires
Under the stars.
I miss the pines
The rushing creeks
The smell of the
High Rocky Mountains
Of New Mexico.
Enchanted memories
Of family trips to
Share a view of
The Milky Way
Like a diamond
Bracelet across
A black velvet sky.
But only in my
Dreams these days,
Enough to bring
A smile at
Thoughts of the
Shining Mountains.