Poetry

Forever, Sky

I was lost in flatlands where the buffalo once roamed --The Plains the Cree call Home --And it was then that I watched my spirit soar. Ravenous,A desire to be free moved through me;"Wildflowers,"I thought,"My heart belongs to thee!" So cupped in my hand,I held an ancestral past,Wanting -Nay, Desiring! -This moment eternal would last.… Continue reading Forever, Sky

Poetry

The Flat-lands: Welcome to the Prairies

Beautiful flat lands and blue skies as far as our eyes can appreciate.The horizon seems to never end - no buildings to get in its way.The colours of the land alternate between green pastures and brown earth,The odd, lonesome tree here and there.The sun is so bright,Only sparse, fluffy clouds dance around it,But they never… Continue reading The Flat-lands: Welcome to the Prairies