Thomas Hornsby Ferril was born in Denver, where he remained a resident until his death in 1988. He was appointed poet laureate of Colorado by the Governor in 1979. Ferril wrote one of my favorite poems entitled, "Bride".BRIDE
After the turgid incidence and when
The last mad whispering had darkly blown
Away, letting the woods be real again,
He propped his elbow on a lichened stone.
"I've climbed that mountain many times alone,"
He said at length. She stared, then asked him how
One felt at timberline. He answered "One
Feels much as we do now," remembering snow
That must have cooled whatever long ago
Had cracked the rocks with terrible ecstasy.
"It's not so wild up there, you feel as though
Something were finished. You're at peace with sky
And earth, as we are now." She pointed where
The peak seemed highest, whispering "Take me there."
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