Alberta Bound (V2) / Poem by Michael Lee Johnson

Poem by Michael Lee Johnson
 
 
Alberta Bound (V2)
 
I own a gate to this prairie
that ends facing the Rocky Mountains.
They call it Alberta –
trail of endless blue sky
asylum of endless winters,
hermitage of indolent retracted sun.
Deep freeze drips haphazardly into spring.
Drumheller, dinosaur badlands, dried bones,
ancient hoodoos sculpt high, prairie toadstools.
Alberta highway 2 opens the gateway of endless miles.
Travel weary I stop by roadsides, ears open to whispering pines.
In harmony North to South
Gordon Lightfoot pitches out
a tone –
“Alberta Bound.”
With independence in my veins,
I am long way from my home.
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