"I would not settle where I
could not see The
mountains, court wild
beauty at my door, And
follow mountain trails
forevermore. My eyes seek
out horizons endlessly. I
probe the past with
restless memory For
long-lost episodes where
waters pour Down slopes
that sing. What treasures
are there more To hoard in
hearts than such wild
ecstasy? Remembering
now, I build a rendezvous
Of dimming trails, of
campfires cold and gray
Beyond the skidway and the
slash. I dream Bare peak
and pinnacle may yet renew
Lost fragments of my
wilderness. I pray That
golden trout still haunt
their magic stream."
~Ardis Manly Walker

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