The poems in Love from the Yellowstone Trail stem from my childhood. I spent my first eighteen years within sight of the Missouri River seen from our front porch steps in South Dakota. Thus rose six poems about the river. The Yellowstone Trail is an old name for stretches of the current Highway 12. Thus rose the books title and a way in and out of the books sections, just as the Trail was a way in and out of my hometown. On the Missouris west side lies the Standing Rock Reservation. You drive across the Singing Bridge and when your wheels hit land again youre on the rez and in Mountain Standard time. That was always fun for me as a child: gaining or losing an hour within a couple of minutes. Thus rose nine poems about the Hunkpapa and other Lakota/ Dakota who live on Standing Rock and in my hometown. The books last section is about houses, anyones houses.
