Poetry About Idaho

Morning catches on the Sawtooths one granite edge at a time. The Salmon River carries cold light through steep country. Potato fields draw dark green order across the southern plain. A grain elevator keeps watch above a town of low roofs. In the panhandle, cedar shade holds the scent of rain. High desert opens enough sky to make distance feel physical.

Potato fields draw dark green order across the southern plain. Hot springs gather steam beside roads that follow old water. Winter closes passes and teaches every household preparation. The land contains ranch, reservation, city, forest, and mine. No single postcard can speak for all its histories. Idaho keeps wildness and work within the same long view.

Morning catches on the Sawtooths one granite edge at a time. In the panhandle, cedar shade holds the scent of rain. High desert opens enough sky to make distance feel physical. The land contains ranch, reservation, city, forest, and mine. At dusk, irrigation lines shine briefly across the field. Idaho keeps wildness and work within the same long view.