For those who have or will discover the magic of Vail

Club Vail

 

Shall I tell you a story, enchantingly true,

When I came to a valley where the old become new.

Where the life blood is given to Shangri-La’s tale,

Where the sun never sets and the snows never fail.

 

How I turned and descended and saw with delight

The valley, the stream, and the mountainous height,

Bathed bright in the sun, colors lustrous bold,

This place, I did wonder what mysteries hold.

 

So, leaving the high road, I wandered about

Being tired and thirsty, in need of a stout.

I entered a pub that was full of a race

Of folk smiling and joking and living with grace.

 

I could take it no longer, so says I to one,

Who are you, how is it you all have such fun?

He clasped me by hand and smiled me a smile,

Said he’d tell me it all if I’d sit there a while.

 

So, I sat and I listened and drank as he spoke

Of the time he was me before joining these folk.

His tale so familiar, the things that he said,

Of his climb to the top, of the life that he led.

When he wore the dark suit, the tie and the shoes,

Called meetings, wrote memos, and waited on news.

That they got it! They did it! Could celebrate now!

Til they started all over, reinventing the how.

 

See the two in the corner, he asked, as I turned.

He did this and she that, both ends the two burned.

Now he’s eighty, bionic, and she’s seventy-three,

As they run hither thither and hike, bike, and ski.

But we’re all of us “them,” he said with a wink,

And spying my glass, raised a hand for more drink.

It’s not magic my friend, not a lamp you can rub.

Would you care for the secret of joining our club?

 

Yes I would, said a voice greatly startling me.

It was I asking next, how much is the fee?

By the ring of his laugh it was perfectly clear

That spirit meant more to membership here.

 

You see, said the man, we’re no different than you,

But have stake in the valley, believe in it too.

And that binds us together and shows us the way

For the child buried in us to come out and play.

 

So, join us and be us, and savor our life

Of reaping the joy and defeating the strife.

For soon this will end, our time here to stay,

When God calls us home at the end of the day.

 

I nodded agreement, for I knew he was right,

Bid adieu and departed, soon missing the sight.

And the rest of the story, I think you might tell,

How I moved to the valley and joined the Club Vail.

 

So, I’ve told you the story, the mystery true,

Of the valley, my home, where the old become new.

Where the life blood is given to Shangri-La’s tale,

Where the sun never sets and the snows never fail.