Poetry ~ The Herd

in the still of an early August morning
the cracking of branches sounded their presence
with the squint of an eye they appeared
moving slowly through the tall grass and downed trees 
large, dark creatures foraging on the land
their leader appeared in all his glory
antlers rising high above the long meadow grass
a proud king with his crown
his harem following dutifully behind
the infamous elk herd of the highlands
another day in paradise on the homestead 
The Elk King
Video by Sue Viseth
The Cow Elk
video by Sue Viseth

Poetry ~ Country Roads

I'm riding the waves
of a washboard road
in an old Ford truck
traveling home

toward a wilderness
that fills my soul
on an old homestead
where ghost stories are told

where night skies glitter
with bright silver stars
and coyotes howl
with the strum of guitars

high in the mountains
down an old dirt road
past the aspen grove
is where I call home