Hannagan

At a place way up high, beneath the azure sky,

see the eagle fly, with your naked eye.

No meadow is so fine, Hannigan’s sublime,

the smell of the pine, gotta’ spend some time.

The Elk and the Deer, are always grazin’ here,

buglin’ Elk you hear, the wolf and bear are near.

Leave that urban struggle, give the Earth a snuggle.

no schedule to juggle, no worries to trouble.

Head on down the trail, spookin’ up some quail,

find your Holy Grail, forget about your mail.

Sleepin’ ‘neath the stars, no buses, no cars,

yours’s, mine and ours, no civilizin’ scars.

The coolest mountain air, only costs a prayer,

Alpine smell so fair, city life is square,

Gather ‘round the fire, dreams will inspire,

The wind is our choir, all that we require.

The beauty and the peace, the blessings never cease,

the pressure to release, the joy to increase.

Someday when I die, just let my ashes fly,

at a place way up high, beneath the azure sky.

LDT Oct 31, ‘21

Hannigan Meadow sits high in Eastern Arizona’s White Mountains. At 9000 feet, it is cool in Summer and cold in Winter. It is a Mecca for hikers, hunters and campers and a place to lay back and enjoy nature’s bounty. The nearest town is Alpine, 22 miles to the North.

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