It is said of the Rocky Mountains,
from its summit,
you can see a hundred miles.
But I have lived here for so long
that I see nothing.
It is also said you should never
invite a grizzly to your picnic,
but again, I’ve never known them
to wait for invitations.
I met a man once,
and I don’t know still
that I’m glad I did.
And once I loved a Rocky Mountain girl,
though once was enough.
I guess what I’m trying to say is,
there must be two sides to everything,
to every story;
if not, then maybe three.
And if you should argue
there need not be more than one,
then I would ask,
where’s the story?
©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011