My Serenity
The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground
In a thick snowy white layer,
As the gentle breeze whispers
Through the emerald green foliage.
The fragrance of mowed sun dried hay up ahead,
As the farmer’s toys mulch it and create neat long rows,
Then numerous identical clones of perfect rectangles
Lying one after the other, same distance apart.
In the coral, the chocolate horses’ coats
Glisten in the dazzling late afternoon sun
The same reflecting off the high dancing leaves
As they turn many shades of green.
Up above I hear the drone of acrobatic airplanes
Giving the small community a show.
Screams of delight in the distance,
From the stomach churning fairground rides.
And laughter from speed boats
Roaring up the mighty Fraser River
Beyond the corridor of trees behind me.
I begin to feel tired after my long walk.
I rest my weary legs, seating myself on a nearby bench
Placed here in memory of a longtime community resident.
And I gaze upon the open landscape before me.
Farmer’s fields just ahead, distant snow covered mountain peaks.
Billowing tufts of clouds floating slowly, peacefully above
And I remind myself why I love this amazing corner of the world,
Its beauty surrounds me, north, south, east, and west
My calm, my serenity, my religion, my escape from life stresses.
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