POEM BY JACK KIMBALL

PHOTOS BY KAREN BOSSICK

Awake! Silent pearls have fallen in the night,

  - as cast by gentle angels from the sky.

The Founding Fathers made the march from Boise to Sun Valley Sunday for the final day of skiing.

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.

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.

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.