Idaho is
what America was
The best
of what we dream
That place
where fortune hides itself
That place
where freedom breeds
Idaho is
what excuses dread
In fiction
and in fact
All life
is sized there extra large
And forever
— calls us back
(Salmon Idaho: October, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt, I like that this feels personal rather than like a postcard pitch. Whatever Idaho represents for you, there’s clearly something there that keeps pulling you back. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The center of my universe ...
Have spent summers there working on a dairy farm when I was a teen and loved it even then. It was quiet and the people were most friendly. Good write my friend it feels like old times.
From Coeur D'Alene to Rigby, my spirit roams ...
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