In mid-August 2006, a juvenile thunderstorm materialized over the vast Snake River Plain in southwest Idaho. I stay until they take me down, when the fall snows come. Here to guard the forests from the Red Wolfs tongue Peering thru the drift of smoke, sighting thru the haze,īlinking at the lightning on the stormy days, Seems like in the whole wide world there’s not a soul but me. Waves of mountain ranges like billows of the sea – The green of Alpine meadows circle me around, Snow peaks on the skyline, woods and rocky ground, High, and sometimes lonesome – living here alone, Tied onto the world below by a telephone, Watching for the curling smoke – looking everywhere, Way above the forests, that are in my care, SHRA » Blog » Forest » 9/7/17 – The Lookouts: Sentinels of the Woodland Empire 9/7/17 – The Lookouts: Sentinels of the Woodland Empire September 7, 2017
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