Kindred Spirits

Kindred Spirits

I venture to the edge of the rock

“What stream is this I dare say, Lewis?”

The sound of the rushing water crashes

against the rocks and hills of the valley

“That of the great unknown” he dallies

The unknown hides beneath the river’s water

and springs forth from the trunks of trees

Plants and flowers sprout before us

As well as new birds and new bees

The sky is mighty bright today

The rock, however, cold

The mountains stand tall like proud Americans

For what the gleaming future holds

For months I have observed new rocks and hills

For days I have explored the great Purchase

“Clark, look yonder at the sight good Lord!”

Indeed, the beauty of this surface!