There are some who can live without wild things
and some who cannot . . .
when the dawn-wind stirs through the ancient cottonwoods,
and the gray light steals down from the hills
over the old river sliding softly past its wide brown sandbars –
what if there be no more goose music?

~ Aldo Leopold, Sand County Almanac

Notes:

• Poem Source: Rod MacIver. Photo: Tim with Cache La Poudre River At Rest
• Inspired by Rob Firchau at The Hammock Papers : Jim Harrison, “Brutish” from Songs of Unreason