In the beginning,
this poem exhibited some reluctance
to cooperate (as you can see);
or even to ride along with me
at least until the next bridge
where we could have crossed it together
if we had gotten to it
in my pretty red truck.
But I stopped before the bridge,
got out, and began walking downstream
through this fine mountain valley.
Alone.
After I made it around the first bend,
I thought I heard the poem approaching;
sensed it getting closer to my brain,
perhaps changing its attitude.
Then, as I stopped, and looked back upstream,
As it came closer, shyly at first,
I reached out to pat its shoulder.
in my presence;
huge, smooth boulders.
to the satisfied sound
as I inhaled the essence
of Ponderosa Pines.
to further absorb this pleasant landscape,
but as I looked around,
evaporated into the big sky.
© 2021 Richard Havenga
1. St. Ignace, Michigan
2. Buena Vista, Colorado
3. Bayfield, Colorado
4. Blackfoot River - Missoula, Montana
5. Bear Creek - Townsend Park - Kent County, Michigan
6. Arkansas River - Buena Vista, Colorado
7. Rocky Mountain National Park - Colorado
8. Hamilton, Montana
9. South Dakota