What was He Thinking

What was he thinking When he selected this Montana Lake so remote? With secret smiles sustained by our common joke, We prepared for our trek and knew from the start This place would be special, a gift from his heart.
What was he thinking When he made mention years ago? We should gather friends and go, Share our lives, appreciate time and open space. Kris saw special memories happening at this place.
What was he thinking When he wrote his final request? Upper Holland Lake he thought was best. This is where he wanted his ashes brought. No great ceremony, just three songs and thought.
What was he thinking? Did he know the legacy he would bestow To all who ventured the seven-miles in a row? With too many granola bars in our backpack, We made no complaints, we were taking Kris back.
What was he thinking? Did he suspect that all would know Just how bright this place would glow? At our first sighting, we all knew Kris was right, "What was he thinking"--we all laughed that night.
What was he thinking? Did he know our eyes would reflect the campfire glow? Passing his pipe and then roasting golden marshmallows, Friendship for Kris felt deeply in our hearts. Our eyes understood what words could never impart.
What was he thinking? Did he imagine us on that rock we did select? Ashes sliding down, pausing there to reflect. Thousands of sparkles to remind our hearts What a brilliant life Kris sustained from the start.
What was he thinking? Would he have scripted Rogue and three brave friends Slipping from rock into water for a fitting end? Quick to the center, all four did frigidly swim Sinking Kris’ pipe and keepsake symbols of him.
What was he thinking? Kris knew his friends all too well. For we have full hearts and much to tell. Our memories are rich with images we did take Gifts Kris gave to those who climbed up to the Lake.
Was he there with us or have better things to do? Was he off in the Universe climbing trails anew? Wherever he has decided to be He is never very far from me. What was he thinking?