Where the Grizzly Trail Runs

A poem about my roots in Glacier National Park area.

Where the Grizzly Trail Runs

~J.H. Byrd~

 

Where the grizzly slumbers and the butterflies tower in the skies; 

adorned divine ridges slumber farther than sight of keen eyes.

They carry your woes down to the waters by the breeze,

there finding solace in the crystal deeps.

 

Montana mountain valley,

bronzed fields and wooded alley,

misty mind of the river,

woven into me.

 

Across limitless seas and temporal deserts, 

none can divert the trail of my heart

buried there in your Earth.

No matter where I lay,

my mind wanders up ancient stairways

to the glacier summit springs,

where born are the children of wolflings.

 

Montana mountain valley,

emerald ways and wooded alley,

misty mind of the river, 

woven into me.

 

In the cracks of a smile,

in the pause of pious words,

the mountain spirit is stirred.

 

Underneath the Big Sky,

the Hungry Horse wonders by

and the Whitefish swims reflecting starry nights.

Huckleberries and grizzly bears,

Hi-line streams; a land so rare.

 

I will always be there.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Thanks for sending me a friend request so I could find your writing here. Based on this poem alone, I plan to accept your FR! I have had a lifelong love affair with the IDEA of Montana (even named a dog Montana) but I'm too much of a California wimp to deal with a Montana winter! *wink! wink!* I write about my surroundings all the time (wilderness dweller) but the thing I have not done is to make the terrain come alive the way you do, as if it's a friend, showing the relationship one has with the land & it's gifts. This poem reminds me to try again . . . try to show how much I feel connected to the land, not just showing how beautiful the land is to me. There's a difference & you've captured it well (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[JHByrd]

Thanks for the comment! The winter's here are pretty brutal, but it depends on which part of Montana you are in.

I typically don't write poetry like this but I was in the Middle East and feeling homesick and it began to flow out of me.

It was rejected for the local newspaper but I am glad it captivated a fellow writer!