Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein Poet Shape

I Will Die In Saskatchewan

Those big rolling plains,
                    as if the ground with golden sun is stained,
                 and that sky as if the oceans northward rised,
                                      layed flat above:
                           the sky and earth are making love.                    
                                       
                                        
                                   There, I breathe the air,


               As if my final moments             here, are laced with God,
                                             a divine plot,
                         and the end                     is drawing near

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William Crocker November 21, 2011 at 10:44 PM Wolf,There are not many people dying in Saskatchewan these days.I visited my home in Flowing Well Sask.2 yrs ago and couldn't find it.It was my birthplace.I remember the dust storms and cold winds.My parents moved us to B.C.in 1935 .I like your poetry .Only a prairie dog writes with those feelings.I'm now in California.Crossfox

Nancy Jones November 21, 2011 at 10:23 PM peace be withya, then