White Chuck Roan

White Chuck Roan © Ken James McLeod

Where the peak White Chuck stands naked and dressed white in winter bone,

Not much stirs 'cept the creak of the forest now colored roan.

Resolute in his cries that resonate over the land,

The Red-tailed Hawk solos effortlessly on feathered wind "hunting" ever so grand.

And Lo I come to realize I am just a man, but here on this day I transcend

. . . to become . . . part of the lonely wild band.

 

KJM

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