Read a poem about the Frank Church Wilderness Area — Salmon River by Statesman reporter Jeanne Huff

November 20, 2006 

This Land

Canyons carve into the heart of this land, this Land laced with Ripples with rills, water Unforgiving, crashing, shape-changing to Water mirror-smooth, pure, soft, still.

Canyons carve, deep, to the heart of our land Land laced with River ribbons tickle heels of wood-crested mountains, Earth’s shoulders robed with snow, draped with flowers.

Canyons carve this land, this Land laced with River of No Return, Bighorn sheep, wolf, bear, deer — all call this home. Paradise shielded, paradise revealed; paradise found.

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