We Will Cross Those Fields Step by Step Packing Water, Food, and History
After all is seen Wilderness Remains Beyond The Grasp of Visions
From Glacier, Water Runs East, West and North. We Head South to Yellowstone
Crossing the High Plains I was Unprepared for the Religious Training
Cleansed in Molten Shades Of Summer Green, Sienna Grass and Golden Wheat
I Was Ready When the Mountains First Appeared For Genuflexion
The Dust on My Boots Is Grey and Powdery, As If Rock Turned to Ash
All That Heat and Noise, Thrown Out Across a Valley Now Cooled and Stilled
Three Weeks On and Still Those Boots Show a Memory Of Mt. St. Helens