Sitting by a stream,
With a little waterfall by an oak tree
And purple sage and Monkey’s faces,
And early summer yucca candles,
Lighting up your path.
And a place for lunch with friends.
You were there before
You liked the sunlight on the bubbles.
We know you’re up there in the mountains
I thought I might have heard, one day,
your voice up Lobo Canyon,
discussing things with neighbors.
I don’t think they agreed
with what you had to say.
Something about a freeway access,
you didn’t want one there.
Don’t worry Margot,
we’ll find you in the mountains,
among the oaks and sage.
I spoke to other travelers today
Asking after you.
They were heading up a trail
Following your footsteps,
with other ones, behind.
They thought they’d heard you in the waterfall
and were coming back next spring.
I said I’d follow up the stream
and do my best to listen.
Bob is a writer, photographer, avid hiker and environmentalist, who served on the SOS board with Margot. Bob took the waterfall photo, which was cropped to fit the Conejo Post format.