On the Bulkley of British Columbia

Cottonwoods turn golden
Towering over spruce and fir
Silver violet runs the steelhead
And the waters stir
Mightier than the dark red coho
Faster than the chinook himself
Along the road stand the grouse
While geese fly over the River House
In the autumn in the Bulkley valley
Is this where I met a larger way
Is this I long for at the end of day