Farewell To The Mountains Poem by Rekha Mandagere

Whenever I completed a hike,
You whispered, "Here's another to strike."
From Zion's cliffs to Wasatch peaks,
You taught me more than words could speak.

You made me tall, like canyon walls,
Unshaken when the silence calls.
Each gift you gave—a breath, a view—
Unwrapped the soul, and made it new.

When crowded worlds would turn away,
You stood beside me every day.
A friend in stone, in breeze, in light,
You held me close through every height.

How many times I came to find
The peace you etched in heart and mind.
But now, dear range of red and blue,
I bid farewell, though not to you.

For in my steps, your trails remain,
Etched deep like sun in desert rain.
Farewell, my Utah, bold and true—
I leave, but carry the best of you.
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