This was recently found - written during the summer of 2004 in Alaska
And the sky is blue
With the clouds so white
Just a moment ago they were orange and gold
Beyond the road
The mountains climb
And the bears reside
And the moose have babies
The wolves in their dens of 15 or more
In their homes 4 ft. high
Look out over the forest so wide
To gather
The best vantage point
The air’s so quiet now
Most of us are in bed
Yet soon to awake to
Serve the hungry patrons.
Maybe everything we say and do is
Lost in translation
And the only real things
Are the glaciers and this mountain
And the white sheep eating grasses
Sometimes we ruin the peacefulness of it all
With our drunken banter
And far off cries
Because even in this place
The best of human nature
Is sometimes hidden
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