(A Poem by ChatGPT, with inputs by Pat)
There once were two couples, quite bold,
One from Colorado, the other, tales of Malta told.
Reunited in Austria, they tread,
On the Lechweg trail, they sped,
Their laughter echoed, precious as gold.
They hiked and they chuckled, all four,
From mountain top to valley floor.
In the Alps they found delight,
In the warm day and cool night,
A friendship that’s worth so much more.
Last year on the Tour du Mont Blanc,
Their bond became notably strong.
Through snow, sun, and hail,
They spun a jolly tale,
Singing the hiker’s lifelong song.
Their spirits never once grew faint,
Not even when smeared with mountain paint.
From the States to the Maltese shore,
This tale of friendship evermore,
A picture no artist could taint.
So here’s to the bonds that never wane,
In sunshine, snowfall, or even rain.
On trails old and new,
Under skies grey or blue,
Until they meet on the mountaintop again!
