I went there again tonight
To that land
Where my heart resides;
I saw again
The antelope
Running free
In the shadows
Of mountains and mesas,
And heard again
The thunderous thumping
Of the mating prairie chickens;
Once again
I caught the elusive scent
Of sage and rain,
And saw the rivers rushing full
With winter run off;
This is a land
Where the ever present winds
Blow warm then cold,
And the weather changes
On a mercurial whim.
This, then, is the Wyoming
Of my memory,
The place my heart calls home.