Sage Brush

Grey-White...and Misty-Green,
To the horizon of the sky.
Off in the far-flung distance,
Farther than the eye.

To where the land comes down,
Upon its bended knee.
To border off by rocky-coast,
That great expanse of sea.

Where once the buffalo,
Roamed free...and Indians prowled.
Where the hawk was lifted,
In its flight...and coyotes howled.

Where the colors of the sun-set,
Brings about that magic aim.
To the gardens of forsakenness,
That are burnt...in crimson flame.

Where the aroma is inviting,
And your habitation...wild.
And the sweep toward the mountains,
Is a pattern rightly styled.

Where earth was one-time planted,
By God's almighty hand.
And when it grew to vision,
He proclaimed...that it was grand.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Back Yard Boulder area of Castle Rocks State Park, Almo, Idaho, USA