Sunday, August 15, 2010
Search for the Real
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing,
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.
Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;
Fierce cheifs in council, their wigmam the sky;
Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,
Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.
Top, Fort Hall, the casino parkinglot, just north of Pocatello, Idaho, 2010
Bottom, Gooding, Idaho, 2006
1st stanza of "Men of the High North"