Vapors & Vespers David Angel Like a prayer, skiing in the clouds The Wasatch range, I laughed out loud Floating down the powder chutes Like skydiving without a chute Down here near sea level When the air is thick, we call it foggy But at eleven thousand feet We see the cloud tops in the valley Felt the fog, we skied right through it Went for broke, was when I knew it Cloud and fog are the same thing God's vapor in His majesty Copyright ©️ 2025, David Angel, All Rights Reserved
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Thanks for sharing @Roger Scott
you are very welcome
Actually that is a very excellent poem. Try as I might I can’t think of a snarky remark.
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