In Ghana we sought out the mightiest peak.
We crossed over mountains and valleys and creeks.
We packed very little, just sunscreen and hats,
Some water and cameras for pictures thereat,
And also our Outside Bozeman.
Our backpack was heavy, however, because
The writing within it most certainly was
Heavy-laden with sarcasm, humor and wit,
Cool pictures and info most cleverly writ,
There in our Outside Bozeman.
We hiked to the top of Afadjato's trail
In the African sun, with much sweat and travail
To the highest of peaks in the Ghanian lands,
From the northernmost nooks to the southernmost sands,
Bearing our Outside Bozeman.
We carried it all the way straight up the side
Of a mountain where switchbacks refuse to abide.
Then we got to the top and we gazed at the view,
And the Ghanians shared in the wonders anew:
The wonders of Outside Bozeman.
For none had experienced such brilliance of prose,
Or witnessed such art on such sleek cellulose.
With cameras we captured their great admiration
At the pages of Bozeman's most fine publication,
The magazine, Outside Bozeman.
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