April 15th

Drove up the Fraser Canyon route yesterday as the the Coquihalla had snow - not surprising as Abbotsford had blizzard conditions the day before. It is sunny here in the Shuswap this am.

Today I will put in a new poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago, family will recognize the theme, for everyone else, it is a way of telling my physical journey through the years.  Thanks to memory sticks I was able to bring
'My Documents' with me.

Journey  Home

In another country not far away

The journey began on a distant bay

A new home within weeks

And the future was set

A thirst for change without regret.

For three years they moved

Town to town with nothing proved

Then north they went

Two thousand miles

Through a portal, no longer exiles.

Vancouver first for about a year

Powell River next in a shack austere

Then up the coast

To the hamlet of Squirrel Cove

Then next to Lund by a cedar grove.

Three years later to Garden Bay

Then on to Irvine’s a short distance away

Four years later

In January’s wet

They boarded a ship following kismet.

Four years later they left by plane

Heading for Ganges, a link in the chain

Onward again two years later

Wilson Creek became their home

The hope then was no more to roam.

But one was ready to continue on

Within a year he had already gone

To the east for awhile

Then returning for a short rest

A week later onward he pressed.

On a mountain top he started a career

Then traveled the coast for over a year

He felt a call

To go further north

With no hesitation he sallied forth. 

For a couple of years, throughout the region

He cruised all over with no firm vision

Then transferring to work more stable

He became a fighter

For a future much brighter.

But the moving continued with no change in rate

He followed his path without debate

The places he lived

Contributed their part

In the interim, like an unseen flowchart

Prince George and McBride

Were part of the ride

So to was Vanderhoof

Then Fort Nelson and Whiterock followed along

Hixon and again Prince George then Summit Lake erelong.

Valemount was next followed by Quesnel

Then again to Prince George, rather unusual

Two years there then off to Nelson

Two years again and off once more

To Salmon Arm and a goal he couldn’t ignore.

Invermere was next

Ambition with no pretext

One year more and opportunity came

Twin goals were achieved

As he had always believed.

The long search was over

No longer a rover.

At last it was time

To be content in knowing

That a new wind was blowing.

The career is past

No moving at last

Short journeys

Chasing the rays of the sun

Doing it all until day is done.