IWTS No. 37

I was the sound of my brothers when they ran the Wyoming fields and yodeled at the Rockies. When the dry grass folded, the clouds hung low, the rain sheets fell, I was there with them as they huddled together. Have you seen them? Have you seen them walking in the twilight between the crab apple hedges? They look for Grandfather, who stared off into the West and then went there. They call for him to return. Father stares off into the West.