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POEM BY JACK KIMBALL PHOTOS BY KAREN BOSSICK Awake! Silent pearls have fallen in the night, - as cast by gentle angels from the sky.
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The Founding Fathers made the march from Boise to Sun Valley Sunday for the final day of skiing.
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Rise! Rise upon the powdered blanket white, - and bind your wings; prepare to fly. For day awakes in crystal heaven blue; - and time awaits on virgin snow.
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Brody, Sharon and Harry Bolton dressed as a court jester, Easter bunny and swashbuckling pirate for the final day of skiing on Sun Valley’s Bald Mountain.
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The air commands. It’s clean, and cold, and true; - Muir’s mountains call and you must go. You’ll dance to laughing clouds a fine ballet, - hold arms with freedom as you soar!
You’ll tease the sun while riding wind as play, - be hailed by Ullr at Asgard’s door, and live the dream with winter’s god, some say, - and rise to ski for evermore.
Editor’s Note: Jack Kimball is a Ketchum resident who, obviously, thrills to skiing on Sun Valley Resort’s Bald Mountain.
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