at the end of
alaskan highway
adventure, let’s
pause to praise
for glacial space
(old ice age pace);
for forest fauna where
moose are loose and
bears won’t care if
tourists “shoot” a few
(from window view);
for fast electric bikes
or slow mountain hikes,
for diamond star-gazing
and morning bed-lazing,
campfires, cabins, cruises;
hole-in-the-wall good eatings,
who-are-you caribou meetings,
and mushy-sled-dog greetings;
bodacious beauty of peaks, parks,
pansies, native peoples, and
passing nature’s peace
(from nature’s God!)
world without end…
amen, amen
. . .
photo by lynn
For more poetry and photos of our trip, read my previous posts, alaska or bust, parts 1 & 2.
a poem in my pocket 
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