As I walked tonight out in the woods I composed my visions into words back into my mind
Oh green t'is the world out back
The one I walk into and lose myself
In the wilds so close to town
Where the lupins take up their June crusade
Replacing the crocus carpet that fill in space amongst
The creeping spruce, willow, and pines
And dandilions mark gravel sized rock tables
That give room for bright sunshine and buckets of rain
Water runs steady in the creek making it's way
Through the mosses, fallen trees, and straight dark stands
Passing gently under the paths through culverts
And meanders eagerly around corners as it makes way
Down the silent grade towards the highway and river beyond
Your latest post was AMAZING. Certainly worth 3 months wait. U r a incredible writer. Who knew? I copied it and printed it off. (don't press charges for pirating please!!) Seriously, I miss the Yukon more than ever after that, what a great poem. You rock. I so need to get back up north to see my friend and the beautiful place she calls home. Ciao'
Posted by: steve cannon | June 18, 2009 at 07:27 AM