Canadian Summer

as I lived it

my own particular Canadian summer

you’re there

say 1967

log cabin

central northern bc, canada, north america

the wheat fields next door

provide the burnished light

of summer

on Deep Creek Road

past where that bull was corralled

come on down and

cross the Deep Creek bridge

and take the right into our driveway

Go past

that there official welcoming committee

three old black rubber tires

stacked to hold upright

a rag doll man

made out of driftwood

and a steer skull

decorated with my brothers’ old

clothes

And roll up the slight rise as the gravel crunches

And stop

There’s the log cabin

That captured my father’s heart

thecabin

 

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