the rocks cry out

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.