Read a poem about Idaho's great lakes by Statesman reporter Jeanne Huff

November 23, 2006 

Up here, you hear
Nothing.
Or maybe
The gentle lapping of waves like a lullaby.

Fog breezes in, spreading across the lake
Like whipped frosting.
The water, so pure.
You can drink it.

People are scarce. And fierce.
About their land, their water.
This is their legacy.
Because here, you can dream forever.

Forests fringe these lakes like eyelashes,
While water,
Holds its breath.
Never moving a muscle.

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