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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 11/21/2011 10:44:00 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 1935 .I like your poetry .Only a prairie dog writes with those feelings.I'm now in California.Crossfox
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Date: 11/21/2011 10:23:00 PM
peace be withya, then
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