Read a poem about the Sawtooths by Statesman reporter Jeanne Huff

Idaho StatesmanNovember 24, 2006 

Olly-olly-in-free, Out of breath, breath
You can see — whee! It’s never time here in never land.
Fish, hunt, climb,
Ski, skate, slide, slip into wonderland.

This is Idaho’s playground,
With star-studded skies — and slopes.
Laughter trills in the air, vies with song,
Echoes on the wind, floating, balloons of pure fun.

Here, snow melts on your tongue, sweet, like a
Popsicle, explodes in your heart like a symphony,
Glitters happy like dizzy diamond dust,
Swirls around — and through — your soul like frigid bursts of cloud-love.

Flowers bloom magic here like
Enchanted fairy carpet, heady perfume,
Like soft, sweet summer kisses.
Where nobody — ever — grows up.

— Jeanne Huff

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