Flaming Flaming Gorge
July 8, 2009
I often play the fool in this blog, but in my heart I know that I have a beautiful soul. I say this because I — while reposing in the quiet afternoon ‘neath a tree — recently considered the majesty of the environ that surrounds me at Flaming Gorge.
The water! The geological formations! The dam!
Yes, even the dam!
Thus inspired, I have composed this poem, which I call “Flaming Flaming Gorge.”
I hope you like it.
Flaming Flaming Gorge
And so this week I went to Flaming Gorge
Wherein mine eyes did spot a thing most fair
Her name — Nature — with flowing golden hair
Did cause mine eyes to water and throat engorge
Oh my! The wondrous locale left me in awe
The turquoise lake and deep brown chasm
Set my insides aflutter in twists of spasm
My erstwhile frozen heart set forth to thaw
Warm winds did blow a lot from west to east
Do I allow myself right now to unroll
And help to crack somewhat my hardened soul
Awakening most strong my inner beast?
I did not know what hidd’n bounties slept
Nature touched me, I touched myself, and wept.
dug 
July 8, 2009 at 12:51 pm
Thank you. That was elegant, heart-felt, and understated. You really do have the soul of a poet.
July 8, 2009 at 1:04 pm
Mr. Obama called. He wants you to be the new poet laureate. But alas, your iphone is at the bottom of the lake, and things like this can’t wait, so he moved on to someone else. Less deserving.
July 8, 2009 at 1:23 pm
I just threw up a little in my mouth.
July 8, 2009 at 1:59 pm
Flaming?
July 9, 2009 at 9:36 am
oh yeah and hidd’n. word.
July 8, 2009 at 2:28 pm
I touched myself?
July 8, 2009 at 3:01 pm
I want my money back, what happened to the funnies?
July 9, 2009 at 9:30 am
This may be dug’s funniest post ever.
July 8, 2009 at 3:12 pm
Heartfelt, soulful poetry! I loved the majesty
of Flaming Gorge, but I couldn’t do it justice
like you did! Awesome!
July 8, 2009 at 4:19 pm
Erstwhile is my new favorite word. And I promise to use it at least 10 times the next time we hang out. But no more talk of touching yourself or I will have to place an anonymous call to your preacher.
July 8, 2009 at 7:54 pm
was anyone hucking rotten tomatoes at you ‘neath that tree?
July 9, 2009 at 12:02 am
flu bug?
July 9, 2009 at 4:32 am
There once was a girl from Flaming Gorge…
July 9, 2009 at 8:01 am
Thanks for reminding me why I don’t like poetry. Throat engorge? Twists of spasm? Too funny.
July 9, 2009 at 10:16 am
I liked that it was “uncategorized”. We should vote for what category it should be under.
Hmmm…Gayness? Pussiness? No I think this is a WTF!
July 9, 2009 at 10:47 am
I vote, buttercup.
July 9, 2009 at 11:25 am
I’m with bikemike, file under “buttercup”
July 9, 2009 at 11:32 am
I’ve read your poem a few times now and it is just hilarious. You are amazing. “buttercup”.
July 11, 2009 at 5:09 pm
Dig.