Yellowstone

Yellowstone October 2002

Emerald green fields roll away, roll away

We pull over the ridge going east from the coast

Ponderosa Pine.  Shabby sage, drab and dry

These dusty gold hills are as barren as sand

All their satin gold

A lion’s pelt in the sun.

I search for the old way,

The wisdom life

There are still some who entertain the old way

But mostly for show

Mostly for play

Few there are who really know how to live.

So, many pick up a path that leads back

But not the one that leads home

And it’s homesick I am, and lonely

Longing for the soul of my native tongue

Ride by the Madison, McKenzie float boat

Ride by St. Joe

Talk of the Klikitat, cross Henry’s Fork, 

North branch of the Snake

Shadows of clouds glide over hills

Like ships on the sea

I see the green and the gloaming ocean 

And the shore where the sea weds the land

Send me where you will

I will go 

A soul must go where it can serve

But my feet one day

Will walk the paths of home

I’ll breathe the air 
Sharp with the scent of the sward

My eyes will caress the one I love

And my arms entwine in his.