The Forest's Green Back Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Imaging how it should echo, and then it does:
Of grandfathers and country sides-
The days lay back upon the shed wings of grasshoppers:
And yes, it goes on and on speaking to the sun in
The sky- in the greening grass,
His sorority, attending like a harem: and the horses
Run like gearless streams down from the mountain:
And somewhere there hidden in the glorious
Switchbacks of bosom- of elk and deer
She lives, yes she does: and she has a husband
And he takes game home for her to
Cook over a roasting fire:
And he cuts down wood: white and opal, and it falls
Across the forest’s green back, or in the snow: echoing
Yes, yes it does.