Bromley Poems

The Rock

I sat upon a rock one day, the rock it had a name.
Bromley was magnificent, but a mere rock, just the same.
The rock it sat within a creek, known only as the Snass
I rested for a moment there. It felt good on mine ass.

I cracked a beer, the sun was hot, my shades were photo-gray.
It felt so good, but time was short, for we were on our way.
My sister got excited at this picturistic view.
She snapped a shot and said let’s go, your family waits for you.

To the prairies of Alberta, we‘d be in Redcliff soon,
My sister and her hubby on their way to Saskatoon.
I’m glad we had this chance to stop on hi-way number three.
Somewhere near Hope and Princeton in the mountains of B.C.

And now this picture has become a favorite to us all.
We thank you Auntie Doris. It looks good on our wall.
In fact now everybody knows exactly just how great 
Our big adventure in the mountains was in eighty-eight.