Away We Go - Travel Log Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

North Dakota,6: 35 P.M.

Dark clouds now,

Blotting out the sun,

Peeping from behind mountain tops,

Announcing Dusk? Rain?

Black clouds over painted canyons,

The North Dakota Badlands.

Suddenly, box cars creeping through

Mountain trails.

Oil wells!

Drilling! Drilling!

On the other side, they said,

Of Teddy Roosevelt's National Park...

A herd of wild horses scatter!

Buffalo!

Deer!

Elk!

I wish we could stop to walk the

Fields of this scenic view...

A lone horse and rider I see...

How quickly I lose sight of them

As they gallop homeward to the red house

On a distant hill...

7: 15 P.M. Dickinson, North Dakota

Rain! !

Someone rejoiced!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

1977