To The Girl Riding Shotgun For Montana and Sarrah Wile across this home country of rednecks and ranchers the pages of my ancestry turn backw...

Before I Start this Poem, I'll Read You the Poem This "sneaky" tactic takes advantage of the sometimes irritating habit of rea...

Round Three: Road Trip Poem; The Past Fades, the Future Looms Part of poetry is a sense of growing up, leaving the past behind and looking t...

Sarrah at Johnnie's Cafe, 433 1st Ave. S., Glasgow, Mont. Sarrah and I had gone to Fort Peck Dam , a massive which is the largest hydrau...

Sarrah on my uncle's mountain. We found these horses in a pen just north of Livingston, Mont. On the shore of Yellowstone Lake, Sarrah c...

Along our hike on day two, we headed back to the ranch and had to hop a few fences. At a kid's basketball court in Helena, Mont. Perfect...

Roosevelt Arch, the main entrance to Yellowstone National Park. It used to be the only entrance to the park, and lies on the Montana side of...

Sarrah had a thing for climbing silos and grain elevators while in Montana. This was a small silo next to my late grandfather's airplane...

As she made her first steps into Montana, Sarrah and I got out of the truck, wandered into the median and shot photos of each other. One of ...

Sarrah Wile's graduation from Sedona Red Rock High School. Sarrah participated in a mock trial as a prosecutor. Here she is speaking to ...