This Wild Country Road 2011

Conformation of this land,
Its topography always known,
Smooth as the highway,
Once laid but now overgrown,
The old way roads hide and show,
More of the beauty…always,
And in many ways,
We’ll have a rest,
For our artistic ways seem the best,
Many a wild birds’ flock,
With their glorious colors too brilliant for the crows to mock,
Yellows and the darkest of reds,
Even the tawny and orangey-ochres glimmer,
Within their feathery jackets the songbirds appear to shimmer,
Way out in this sun filled Chilcotin realm we roam,
This wild country road leads us home.