Space of Hills, high and black

Near the Lands, bad and mystic

Follow the deer and track

an ancient relic

of this old, old place

 

Reach up to the endless river

of sky, scattered—the Milky Way

Orion and his unseen quiver

fires arrows at the rise of a new day

 

Take the trail—footpath of beast and man

Get lost in those vanilla trees

Breathe in their life and understand

the quiet and beauty

of these Black Hills

 

anthony forrest