Conejo Post

You’re somewhere in the mountains.

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.

  Copyright  Bob Coutts  2012

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.