November 20, 2017
"Mes de los Muertos"

 

Alberta Bound

 
 
 

Alberta Bound

I own a gate to this prairie
that ends facing the Rocky Mountains.
They call it Alberta,
trail of endless blue sky,
asylum of endless winters,
hermitage of indolent retracted sun.
Deep freeze drips haphazardly into spring.
Drumheller, dinosaur badlands, dried bones,
ancient hoodoos sculpt high, prairie toadstools.
Alberta highway 2 opens the gateway of endless miles.
Travel weary I stop by roadsides, ears open to whispering pines.
In harmony, North to South
Gordon Lightfoot pitches out
a tune,
"Alberta Bound."
With independence in my veins,
I am long way from home.






Article © Michael Lee Johnson. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-04-10
Image(s) are public domain.


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