Honoring John Lane

Around their hooghan, sheep corral, and shed,
in smooth-packed earth spotless as washed wool,
junipers send roots to bind the clay
and beaded branches comb the wind like hands.

Here they lived.
John, gone, lies in this ground
where he should be.
The trees and mountains stand.




(c) 2001, by Carol Halberstadt. All Rights Reserved
Used with permission.