Like wild trout
My thoughts dart away
From the shadow
Of your death.
We did not stop
On the trail near Ojito;
We did not kneel
In bay-scented shade;
We did not sip water,
Frost-spiced.
But some October day
At Willow Springs
Beneath sable ridges,
Or in Lost Valley’s
Wood-smoke dusk,
We’ll meet,
For these hills
Are eternal
And you
Are of them.
– Robert Walton
Robert Walton is a retired middle school teacher, rock climber and mountaineer with ascents in Yosemite and Pinnacles National Park. Walton is an experienced writer. His Civil War novel Dawn Drums won the 2014 New Mexico Book Awards Tony Hillerman Prize for best fiction.
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