So many fine poems were read at the campfire we made no effort to award orizea. Nearly all are printed here for continuing enjoyment.   ARGUS IS.... Friendly folks and burro jokes Climbing notes for mountain goats Some slow pokes with rocks in totes We need cold cokes and root beer floats Leader gloats at sore feet soaks Quips and quotes while campfire smokes Nancy Keating ....MARVELOUS MEMORIZS

IN CELEBRATION OF ARGUS #6 GLORY GLORY TO THE BURRO We're eating all the burros up We're eating every one. Norm & Ron won't stop this game Until the job is done. They'll hunt them down and shoot 'em up Invite a friend or two To the 7th Barbecue! Glory glory to the burro Glory glory to the burro Glory glory to the burro He ain't gonna be no more. Adrienne Knute Old Argus is covered with rocks It wears you right down to your socks But to earn desert deer Washed down with cold beer DPSers go up there in flocks! ****************************** The sixth Argus climb is now history The ache in the quad is relieved. The wild Irons flood-what a mystery! The residents surely were peeved. The leftover burro graced meat loaves and stews Or was sandwiched in pits, our friends to bemuse; Betty's coyotes, the songs and the rhymes, Elden's guitar, all made for good times. All, signs of the labors of Ron and of Norm Will, be swept from the scene in the first winter storm. The flags are untied from the trees and the shrubs The ducks tossed aside as we passed-- Who'll climb up to Argus's forested peaks If the 6th crazy trip isa our last? Keats Hayden

Untitled--by Sarah Leonard read by her father, John Leonard   They followed meadow muffins in the desert Until they found what they had come to seek They slit its throat when it was squealing And roasted it up on Argus Peak. They let the putrid juices oil their fingers And all in all made a sickening mess And after heartily feasting on burro bile They saluted the DPS

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