oh lovely lady locked into real world rollers with past tense terrors run off with me somewhere like the mountains of Colorado where we'll build a log cabin right next to our own peak while the snow falls, the sun rises and the television set's blue glow flows on we'll sing all day long and in the evening keep each other warm. douglas brent smith ------------- Note: When I wrote this, possibly in 1975, I had no idea that I would actually some day live in Colorado. Life can be funny like that. It wasn't in a log cabin, and it wasn't with the lover in this poem, but there was an interesting symmetry to the adventure.