Monday, July 12, 2010

Wild Montana Sky

Bob Marshall Wilderness, MT (2005)

Thoreau took to the woods for inspiration, peace of mind, and creative expression. Bill Bryson took a "walk in the woods" and wrote all about it. So did Aldo Leopold, John Muir, Teddy Roosevelt, Rachel Carson, and countless others.

And so do some of our volunteers.

Here's some poetry from one of them, which recounts an experience in Montana's Bob Marshall Wilderness a few years ago.

Montana’s dusk burns slow.
Light climbs the mountain’s pines

On needle tip toes.

Over trees that sip from storms

That help spring chase summer

Across fall’s leafy floor.

Winter has its snow cap on.

Tents pop up

Like grizzly humps.

The propane tanks hiss.

Montana’s nights cool quick.


'His mother took him to her breast...'

The black flies hummed along,

And flitted like ash fleeing

Up towards promises of dawn.


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(Bonus points to anyone that can name that tune - the one referenced in the title and the second to last stanza.)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wild Montana Skies...of course :)

Lauren said...

Is that a Matt Leonard original??