Rocky Mountain Route

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Rocky Mountain RouteSnow that day was over three feet deepI pulled off and parked my postal jeepWalked toward his house in the sleet and slushHeard he lost his leg in ‘44Fightin’ the south Pacific warHe’d never make it through the snow on that crutchDrivin’ through rain n fogI bring lotsa catalogsBut on that cold December dayI was proud to earn my payChorusCos Mr. Reed gets stuff from the Franklin mintMiss Powell gets books that’re out of printThey meet me in their warm coats n bootsWe jaw n joke and sometimes I run lateBut my favorite house is the last stop makeEach day on the Rocky Mountain RouteHe’s got no cell or satellite dishStocks up all summer on rabbit and fishFattens hogs for winter in a pine corralCrumblin’ chimney on his old shackGot a still in a shed out backThat helps him forget friends in GuadalcanalPictures on his mantelpieceOf his grandson overseasThinks the only news worth a damnIs the letter in my handChorus He met me and hugged me on the roadLike I’d brought him a sack of goldGod forbid the time should comeHe don’t hear from his grandsonChorus©2007 Robert George