Gary Snyder

Lay down these words .Before your mind like rocks placed solid, by hands In choice of place, set

He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the ,Dangerous Mountain roads

It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire

Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows .Swarms of new flies