To see dawn’s breath warm the grey of night,
Painting the sky and rock and trees in morning’s gold.
To stand in perfect silence high above the canyon’s walls.
To breathe in effort, to feel my body crave the work.
To know that you stand with me, and in me,
As I point my boots up, put my head down.
Step by step, inch by inch.
Making these mountains,
my life,
My own.
Legyen nyugodt, kedves, édes bácsi József. Amíg újra nem találkozunk.
Be at peace, my dear, sweet Uncle Joe. Until we meet again.
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