SUBMITTED September 2014
BY Michael D
In 2011 my quest had begun,
In the Idaho Rockies, I had so much fun.
From the Wood River valley to that of the Warm,
I searched Henry’s Fork in an April snow storm.
In ice caves and canyons I searched every crack,
Snapping some pictures to help take me back.
I searched the Salt Lake and the Newfoundland mountains,
I went to Woods Cross and searched the bronze fountains.
I went to Canyonlands, Arches, then Hovenweep,
Dropping my camera in warm waters deep.
Then was announced a discouraging triste,
Idaho and Utah were scratched off the list.
In whirlwind weekends I searched high and low,
Never finding a Brown to put in below.
A wanderlust had been awakened within,
To locate warm waters where to begin.
I’ve found many treasures and seen a few things,
Like a young man’s first fish and the smiles that it brings,
Or the bloom of spring flowers from a crack in the stone.
It’s almost a shame that I went in there alone.
So now I search closer to Forrest’s abode,
Within a days’ drive on a lonely dirt road.
That’s 981 miles through four states.
So I plan every hour, there is no time to waste.
I took a few pictures along the way,
And I share them with you in a heartfelt display.
The locations are secret so don’t even ask,
Go see for yourself if you’re up for the task.