Karen Ryman Jones began writing poetry while walking the vast prairie of her golden South Dakota childhood. Always drawn to the western horizon, she stepped into early adulthood, kissing family and farm goodbye, to answer the call to Montana, her second home. Here she and herhusband, sculptor Michael Jones, have let their roots deepen, raised their children and tried to breathe more beauty into the world. If you listen for the singing, you might find her there now-hiking a trail, running a road or cheering as a grandchild blows out their birthday candles.