The majestic sentinel overseeing Trinidad
is The Peak.
Snow or cloud covered in the winter,
green in spring
too brown in the summer,
and golden aspen in the fall,.
its regal beauty beckons the weary traveler.
The sight of it welcomes home Trinidad's children
from many distant posts
just as it did for those in covered wagon.
It's proper name was "Raton Peak".
but the townsfolk
call it "Fisher's Peak"anyway.
The young just call it "The Peak".
They don't care what others called it,
it was just "The Peak" with first springs,
and the long path to the top.
To climb you up Garfield
past Jameson's place,
through the old military cemetery,
and up the arroyos to First Springs.
There a drink
of the best cold water anywhere,
and then on the trail to the table top.
There the conquered Peak
rewards young mountaineers.
To the South
the red sandstone and purple haze canyon lands
of New Mexico,
the Spanish Peaks to the West,
the Greenhorn in the North,
to the East nothing
but the ocean of the plains to the horizon.
This is the Peak.
Every morning
it looks down on it's Trinidad people
and they fell its presence
and share a sense of the timeless.
It will be there forever,
an acknowledgement of continuity.