Sweet Words by Shannon
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.
Lovely they are! What a grand adventure.
Shannon very descriptive! I can visualize what you experienced. Very well done. Brought a smile to my heart.
Thank you for sharing yourself. Tricia
I talked with your ground crew and saw you as you were just west of Forsyth. I took a couple pictures. Would you like me to send you the pictures and where would I send them?
Yeah, that would be great to see the photos. You can send them to info@wheretheyellowstonegoes.com. We can’t wait to see them!