Towering over our small town like a giant,
A serene, gentle giant.
A protective giant.
As time goes by, Pikes Peak still cradles us in its rocky arms,
Like a mother cradles her child.
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2 comments:
Awe! I feel the same way sometimes! Life goes by here in manitou, but Pikes Peak is always protecting us. I love how you mentioned that it cradles us like a mother cradles her baby. Great job!
I love this! Now I want to go to the top of Pikes Peak!
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