Poems

The search for Forrest Fenn's hidden treasure has claimed the life of a third Coloradoan.

Amongst the star lit sky so bright, the crescent moon says good night...

A listener sent us this poem a couple days ago. We thought it was cute.  The author is anonymous via e-mail: If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do? I'd dump silly gifts that are given to you, and deliver some things just inside your front door, things you have lost, but treasured before.