That Place

One step after another,
Until my foot-steps trace,
A path within my memory,
Unto that well-loved place.

Where red peaks stand,
And slide-rock fills.
That stretch of sagey distance,
That runs down from the hills.

Where mountains choke a river,
Coming down on either side.
So that the open valley,
Is running long...and wide.

The river goes on slowly,
And pays a heavy cost.
In water for a wasteland,
That is sucked up...and is lost.

But I loved to learn this country,
And I grew to be a part.
For the things that gave experience,
Got wrapped around my heart.


E.P. 1908 - 1989

Upper Raft River Valley