Dead level, endless and dry
The great flat prairie stretches out
Under a pale blue sky
The Falls brief gold gives way
To distant Northern tundra, Arctic waste
The stubbled ground is grey
Soon, wind with razor breath
Forms a bitter crust across the land
The winters hard as death
The blizzard comes one night
In blinding, spiraled blur of crystal flakes
And grey is turned to white
The day breaks gleaming new
Brings it's glimpse of keen seraphic light
Tingeing snow with blue
This was written by my father years ago. My father passed away last year and I thought I would share some of his work on this site.
Dom Hunt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alberta-prairie/
