Read a poem about the Lochsa by Statesman reporter Jeanne Huff

November 24, 2006 

Out of bounds

Weathered people, weathered land.
Water meets water.
Fish go; return.
Purpose shared.

Verdant, hushed country.
Water slides over sleepy, moss-covered rocks,
Bound by muscled stands of timber.
Heart beats fast, with blood of rivers.

People know people.
Happy to wait a spell, sit, talk.
Gaze upon miracles, endless.
No boundaries.

- Jeanne Huff

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