Henry Heavy Shield Follow Me To the Buttes © westronwynde magazine 2011 isbn-13     978-0- 9732582-4-0 Follow me across sun-bleached land Where two red tail's sweep overhead To the Buttes and see them firsthand Grass the colour of hide fresh tanned Choke-cherries in the heat they bled Follow me across sun-bleached land Clay mosaic and wind whipp'd sand Cold shimmering in the creek bed To the Buttes and see them firsthand We'll take the trip that we once planned But missed our chance, chose work instead Follow me across sun-bleached land It takes this walk to understand— Gopher holes near so watch your tread To the Buttes and see them firsthand The dog will come at your command Lanky mutt shining like black lead Follow me across sun-bleached land To the Buttes and see them firsthand