Beyond the farmland,
Beyond the northern dunes,
Beyond the lava barrens
At the edge of the plain,
Against the Great Divide mountains
Lie the Camas Meadows.

I knew they were there
(Renamed now by settlers--
Another spot on the map)
Streams bubbling up,
Verdant with grass and willows,
Hyacinth blue in the early summer,
Doug Fir stretching heavenward
On the upland slope.

The old voice still audible--
Memory still visible.

I found you at fifty,
Pilgrimage now at sixty--
That timeless nourishment
Of Nature, Art, and Truth. . . .

09/06/2014

Author's Note: Kilgore, Idaho

Posted on 10/05/2014
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