“I remember the birds ever so many of them when I hunted with the weapons of a child. The water was covered in their numbers, red as the flowers of summer on the mountain. The red phalarope were our prey of choice, there were so many. Today, these birds return yearly, but now only a few return home in spring to
In celebration of the National Park Service Centennial in 2016, we commissioned fifty poets to write poems about a park in each of the fifty states for the project Imagine Our Parks with Poems. Take a tour of our National Parks through poems.