a poem in my pocket

As my husband and i embark on a roadtrip, “The Great Alaskan Get-Away” (as our fourth son called it), i hope to record our trip with haiku and also share some photos here…

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little white chapel

welcomes interstate travelers

prayers for safety

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scent of pine on breeze

soft-bristled ponderosa

cover hills in black

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rock cut-away glints

precious metals vein granite

black hills central tracks

old “eighteen-eighty” railroad

steam engine pulls train up grade

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whee! we ride e-bikes

along george michelson trail

bump over wood bridge

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i feed him almonds

toss halves to striped ground squirrel

he eats on haunches

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presidents in stone

home of the free and the brave

history’s heroes

Happy birthday, America! Remember your heroes and hold to your ideals…

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visit montana

big sky hospitality

panning for gold and garnets

old friends, old west towns, old bones

glacial mountain views

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mountain majesties

stand on leftover snow patch

breathe in alpine air

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home sweet camper home

nestled in stand of tall pines

relax with husband

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four wheel drive pickup

narrow one lane gravel road

explore old ghost town

miners found gold and silver

Garnet booms…then abandoned

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walk trail through tall trees

red cedar and black hemlock

ferns grace forest floor

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