Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods Poem by David McLansky

Like two Apostles
We strode the road,
The high mountain path,
And as we strode
The rocky trail
We thumped it with our staffs;
Two stranger/friends with
Heavy packs
Allied for company,
We eyed the peaks
Capped with snow
And scanned the greenery;
Suddenly, from below a bank
Rushed snarling angry dogs,
White and strong with barking jaws,
Leaping over logs;
We turned as one
Now back to back
Our staffs raised up on high;
To defend our lives
From their attack
Then heard a soft voice cry,
'Sam, Oh Sam, be good, be still, '
We heard a sweet voice trill,
And then we saw an Indian Maid
Ascend the wooded hill.