My Son Bursts Into the Old Folk’s Home
My son bursts into the old folk’s home
fresh from scaling the crags
west of Yamnuska
hair tussled, face burnished
hands sporting limestone scars
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My son bursts into the old folk’s home
fresh from scaling the crags
west of Yamnuska
hair tussled, face burnished
hands sporting limestone scars
[…]
I have followed in Farley’s footsteps
roaming the Canadian North
crawling through the basalt tunnels
of Echo Bay Mine
on Great Bear Lake
silver hanging in ribbons
copper laying in green-rust flakes
amid the silent fury of uranium ore.
Where a wolverine trod
On wild wicked feet outside my tent
leaving perfect footprints in fresh spring snow
beneath sparse and gangly spruce.
Caribou in spring announce […]