Tag: Hanley

The Rock


Split hoof print embedded
Some lost long eons ago

It’s a part of our story

Ties us
Binds us

The pasture trek a
Summer ritual

Rusty well water and saltines sustain

The farm’s sold now

Thank you for moving it to Lornie’s
It’s comforting/stabilizing to know it’s close at hand

Should I ever need to visit
(and I might)

Prairie oh prairie

How you call me home

Is that what’s the matter with me


I moved


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I Rode My Bike

I rode my bike

Past the Saskatoon Crematorium
Past S.I.R.
Past Dundurn
Past The Blackstrap
And

The weather changed
(as weather will)
And who knew there were hills on these prairies

I arrived 

Cold and 
Tired and 
Wet and 
Hungry and 
Thirsty 
(very thirsty)

Thankful the tires were intact
(unprepared as I was)

At Grandpa and Grandmas

Hanley
Saskatchewan

And if they were surprised 
They showed it not
The stoic politeness of sodbusters restrained 
The natural response 
To my foolishness
Cause 

No one 
(generally) 
Rode their bike 
On the highway 
(in those days)

And 

Love and grace 
Were more important

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Longing

Looking for home and

Longing for land that

 Owns me and

The particular smell of

Sod turned mud when

First drops of rain hit

Sun baked dust
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