By George Sibley Soon as a bluebird settles on a fence, Two shall string out and beat it up the trail, A jackass first, a miner at his tail. I’m taking a break this month from the urban-rural, metro-nonmetro divide and what it’s doing to us, and going back to our natural Great Divide and a lost piece of our past, recently rediscovered. The lines above are from a poem written by an interesting but almost forgotten poet, Belle Turnbull. She was born in New York in 1881, educated at Vassar, and came west to teach high school English in ...