Like A River

The Wakerobins: Like A River

it's high on a mountain the warm winds
are blowing

and where the wind
is blowing to
there ain't no way
of knowing

the mountain grass
is short it's dry and
close to burning

crying out for water
as the season's turning

the sweet smell
of the pines
the tall western cedar

drifting on the wind
through the mountains
like a river

i've been too long away
from this wild open sky

on the concrete trails
that wind through the

canyons dark and wide

with the sounds
of people talking
words of blue and gray

and all those
doors and windows
closed against the day

the sweet smell
of the pines
the tall western cedar

drifting on the wind
through the mountains
like a river

now the dust
lies thick and heavy
where my feet are falling

there's nothing
but the sound
of the jaybirds calling

my mind grows
dry and thirsty
as the memories linger

drifting on the wind
through the mountains
like a river

the sweet smell
of the pines
the tall western cedar

drifting on the wind
through the mountains
like a river

--kate wolf

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Shinumo Rapid
upriver from Palisades Canyon
above Boucher Rapid
between Sapphire and Agate Canyon