Three Poems of Western Canada
Lone Moose in Boreal Forest
Three Poems of Canada
Winds of Alberta
Windy gusts brush
through the miles
on end of wheat,
and green-white grasses
bend in waves that
ripple west from Banff
where ancient spirits
hold dominion.
Lone Inuit
Lone inuit intuits
just where muskoxen
roam on frozen tundra
not far from home.
as he kneels in snow
to let is arrow go
and hit between two
chest bones as beast
falls prey making his day.
Oh Canada!
Varied provinces bend
to polar unity;
dollar plates of fish
and chips in Calgary,
one nickle bags of dried
seaweed in Corner Brook,
and chickpea soup in
heart of French Sherbrooke,
Victorian gardens lush
with B.C. ferns and flowers--
yet carvings all the way
from Hudson Bay
draw the mind to
northern white ice floes,
and copper faced,
bone-goggled Eskimos.
Readers interested in exploring poems written by Canadians should refer to Carmine Starnino's New Canon: An Anthology of Canadian Poetry (2006).Readers may well be interested in my collection of poems Canada and Beyond, an Amazon Kindle book.
Western Canada
Comments
- Author
Hi Rebecca, Thanks for your comment--I guess I meant more geographically--how Canada is much wider at U.S. border than it is in polar regions---but cultural unity would be terrific also.
love this poem, great work, and well done, and yes all true... except teh unity part, we have to worka bit on that one!... Stumbling this for traffic blessings.
- Author
Glad you got to Canada, Hello,hello
Gosh, that was beautiful. I really enjoyed reading these. It is so descriptive I felt I was there.