Westward Home

Miles and miles away he finds a new place to call home.

Out west, canyons are wide, mountains soar.

His name echoes from afar.

 

Mountains, rivers, rattlesnakes, and red rocks beckon.

Freedom flows in on a breeze.

This rugged land is a dream asleep in the wild.

 

Hiking through coniferous forest, pine aroma seduces.

A moose appears on the trail ahead.

Cautiously, he lets the behemoth pass.

 

Nature reveals the stirring beauty of the west.

Vistas unveil; he surveys the grandeur below.

Bison bellow beyond sunset. Westward home.

 

Published by the Raven’s Perch

 

 

© 2016 by Pamela HIrte