Saskatchewan Poems - Poems about Saskatchewan

If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons At -50 you might say we hit our limits Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December Few places in one day, do...

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Don Juan In Saskatchewan We had driven until the next new dawn, We did find ourselves in Saskatchewan; Lakes would love; Mountains above; Name of person driving was Don Juan. James Don Juan Horn If it was done by Juan, Happened on an autobahn....

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LET HIM GO, SASKATCHEWAN Let him go, Saskatchewan, Send his spirit home to us You have little use for his smile and wit For you have endless horizons And waves of grass and wheat. Your silent silos stand tall and straight And do not need his fixing. Oh, let him go, Saskatchewan, For he is so dear to us He loved his satellite TV And Rush,...

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SASKATCHEWAN SUMMER EVENING Porch light spreads weakly out Into the field and dissipates In the buzz of grasshoppers. Starlight and fireflies; crickets chirp. Hot air shimmers the lights of the far highway. Grain train pulls out, juddering And clanging its slow way to speedy freedom....

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SASKATCHEWAN SPRING MORNING Dawns another early spring day: Garden is frozen on stillness’ edge, Door crackles open as ice strips away, White lawn, white branches, white hedge. Warm breath clouds in front of face; Don’t want footsteps to spoil Cold freshness filling this tiny place And perfection painted at night on soil. Silent snow swirls all...

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Those big rolling plains, as if the ground with golden sun is stained, and that sky as if the oceans...

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INDIAN HEAD, SASKATCHEWAN Used to live in Indian Head - never heard of it ? An island of trees on the treeless prairie railway; Unchanging oasis in a semi desert; Small town bypassed by the Transcanada Highway. Long trains with whistles in the night...

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THE WINDS OF SASKATCHEWAN They blow miniature drifts of summer sand through your car door crack They sweep up the fall leaves faster than any broom or besom Their hiss in October tells you, “Hey, winter’s coming, just listen! They send hard snow drifts across the road to surprise you on a dark night...

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INCIDENT ON HIGHWAY 12, SASKATCHEWAN 1977 Black ice early morning I heard no radio warning Truck coming east at sixty Me heading west at seventy. Closing at two hundred feet Every second of my heartbeat, Ten seconds from now we will meet At a finish line : dead heat. Black ice is always a...

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north by northen they live in villages of 8 to 10 people, dont pay rent and make art out of multi colored buttons and old bent tire rims. they have warm smiles and icicle beards that hang down in a furrowed eccentric mess. they are eskimos that write with red ball point pens and...

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Land of the living skies Where the Saskatchewan prairie lies Skies painted with every hue Pinks, purples and shades of blue The sun slowly sinks in the west The land settles down to rest Our prairie full of havest gold Truly a site to behold Feel the wide open space Feel the wind upon your face Our heavens hold the northern lights Dancing across the...

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