The sky lay vast,
Contrasted by the rolling hills.
Tumbleweeds bump against the skyline,
Long grasses dance in the wind,
Contrasted by the rolling hills.
Coyotes strut with untamed confidence.
Long grass dances in the wind.
A lonely antelope has nowhere to hide.
The sun begins it decent unto the horizon.
The twilight does not bring solace.
The night stands in vigil.
The sun rises unbiased.
The game is reset.
Poem About Wild Wyoming
Ode To Wyoming
Published: August 2016
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