Elk Camp by Mike Logan - Your Daily Poem

Elk Camp
by
Mike Logan

There's no place as near to heaven
As where I am right now.
An elk camp in the Rockie
Is plumb close anyhow.

From my old down sack I hear a bull
Makin' war talk to the moon.
Purty soon ol' Cooky'll sing out
His old familiar tune.

"Up, boys, them bulls is waitin'
An' you gotta have your chuck.
We got some trackin' snow last night.
I think you're plumb in luck."

Now some folks like angelic choirs
An' harps that's played on high,
But if heaven ain't got elk camps,
Well, I think I'll pass it by.

From Men of the Open Range & Other Poems (Buglin' Bull Press, 1993)
Used here with permission.

Mike Logan (1938 - 2019) grew up in Kansas but adopted Montana as his home state in 1968 and. ultimately, becamse that state's Poet Laureate. A high school teacher for 25 years, a passion for trout fishing eventually led him to a new career as a wildlife photographer. It was writing cowboy poetry, however, that made him famous. Author of numerous books and recognized in 2006 as the Will Rogers Male Cowboy Poet of the Year, Mike traveled the country sharing his enthusiasm for, and creative interpretations of, life in the West.

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