Still poor weather. WEnt for a bit of a drive in the afternoon. Have now found out that our Ipad is afflicted with that problem that is prevalent among apple products and can't find the wifi sites that are available. somehow they slip from its memory and you can't even get them through "Others".
Got afew more pages written yesterday. It is good to have that urge again. Mind you I don't have much else to do here.
Her's a little Poem I wrote two or 3 years ago about the hills that make Salmon Arm into a bowl.
Got afew more pages written yesterday. It is good to have that urge again. Mind you I don't have much else to do here.
I wasn’t here when the hills were burned
Snags were thick, bare ground was spurned
Until grass then brush and mountain ash
Grew quickly , a green toned spreading rash
Then seedling pines, firs and spruce
Soon covered the hills a home for moose
A quarter century past from when I wasn’t there
The hills are recovered – no longer bare.
But across the valley, after I had come and left
Fire razed the mountain, no trees, a land bereft
But strange is nature’s ways
For the mountain’s beauty is a thing to praise.
Two more highlands surround the bowl
Is their future to be
burnt, a blackened coal
Her's a little Poem I wrote two or 3 years ago about the hills that make Salmon Arm into a bowl.
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