A poetic reflection upon the moment Gene and Rhonda knew the cabin at 80 County Road 406 was the perfect place for them.
A Touch of Heaven in the Pines(1)
We wandered west with skies so wide,
Where desert met horizon's tide,
When chance and road signs changed our way,
"Highway of Legends," they did say.
We turned around, just chasing lore,
Not knowing what might lie in store.
But up we climbed through desert's edge,
Beyond the plains, past cedar's ledge.
Then suddenly, the world grew green,
With rivers bright and forests seen.
A valley whispered soft and low:
"Cuchara waits, with heart aglow."
Like John once sang, it felt like home,
Though it was one we’d never known.
A village hidden, small and true,
Beneath the skies of mountain blue.
We came again, then came once more,
Our hearts returning to this shore.
And in the pines near Raspberry Hill,
We found a cabin, calm and still.
Pinehaven, where the tall pines stand,
A heaven carved by nature’s hand.
With Ponderosa, Bristlecone,
We claimed a space to call our own.
A quiet place to laugh and play,
To build sweet memories day by day.
For children’s joy and grandkids’ cheer,
A legacy of love lives here.
Footnotes
Parenthetical numbers in the text (e.g., 5) correspond to the sequentially numbered citations listed below.
1. OpenAI. (2025, May 30). Poem, A Touch of Heaven in the Pines, generated by ChatGPT in response to user prompt. ChatGPT (GPT-4.5) https://chat.openai.com/.
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