hack

Almost as if men themselves were the wolves and mother nature the aging bear...

^I was thinking the same...

I love the concept of 'gazing with the morning' as though the morning is your friend sitting with you beside the river, sharing a cup of coffee and early anecdotes of the day.

Sad and profound poetry, hack, simply told. Those wolves and bears, well, they're gone from my shores. Hopefully you can keep hold of yours. Nature is wild and scary and vicious, but also beautiful and viceral and alive and real and important. Leaves the reader with much to think about. Thanks.

Really enjoyed this poem, hack. . . . I like how the big Missouri plays the role of divider between men and wild nature.