HAIL TO THE KING

Once, driving home to Denver from Gillette by way of Buffalo —

All the windows open to that wild Wyoming wind —

I embraced that lovely, lonesome road,

Relishing the thought I was the lone world survivor.

But as I sang along with Garth, as loudly as I could sing,

‘Bout all my friends in low, low places,

I chanced a look east across the plains,

And there in the middle of a wide, open basin,

Taking my breath clean away,

Stood a bison, shoulders tall, beard blowing.

Clearly the King of all he surveyed.

And I was humbled,

And hushed to awed silence, before I whooped and hollered

At the wonders of God’s creation.

Life is good!

 

rJo Herman  4/3/19