(
by
F.
Back Behind
the Tooth of Time
A gentle
peace was this day mine.
Early saw we
elk and calf
Flushed from out their morning bath.
Black bear
ambled to the wood.
Beaver swam
the best he could.
Horses with
the Philmont brand,
Called out to us as we passed.
Quail quaked
in the grass alone.
Squirrel
scampered down the path.
Mountain
Blue birds flew all day.
Bull snake
catching sunny rays
Indignantly slithered away.
Just another
Philmont day!
Chanced upon a magpie meeting.
Spoke they all in solemn greeting.
Antelope to
his abode
Raced passed
us down the road.
Thistle,
deadly prickly poppy
Flowered gaily on the verge.
Aspen sparkling in the breeze.
Indian Paintbrush painted
Grasslands
carpeted for cattle.
Mule deer
listening in the dew
Like
campfires remembered, too,
Sunset
blazed in fire-like hue
From mountain tops far away.
Just another
Philmont day!