We just wanted to share some lovely verse straight from Shannon’s notebook

(which are very rough, according to Shannon):

Between Finch and Forsythe

chatty small black birds
whip themselves up
into a rolling hurricane
of beep beeps-
an aerial parade
toward the southern sun

Beaver, slap.
and disappear below.

A boiling pool
gulps and settles
smooths

and just for me,
mom and fawn
dart along the riverbank
toward an upstream grove
of cottonwoods.

I am the only witness
to this grace.
a morning gift.

 

Shannon, Robert and  the crew left Glendive Monday morning, and are right on schedule to meet up with the Missouri River by September 23. Don’t forget to “like” Where the Yellowstone Goes on Facebook in order to receive regular updates this week.

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