From Canaan Land to Beartooth field and now by White Bark Pine
The Amber light and shepherd’s staff through ages intertwine.
‘Twas the Strobel band in Meatrack Basin I came across one day.
By rushing stream at timber’s edge a camp was tucked away.
Sheep were spread on alpine meadow in early morning sun.
A herder sat on lookout point, his day had just begun.