wordsofhonestunwisdom

I love Saskatchewan it is my home. We may not have epic mountains, or wave filled oceans. Yes, it gets frigidly cold and the summers are short, hot and sweet. I find the beauty of this place is in its simplicities. You can see for miles on ground and in the sky. “Out here it is so open and so free and that’s what beauty is for me.” Here is a poem dedicated to this amazing province that I live and a few pictures.

The melting snow of spring,
Brings the birds back to sing.
Water mixes into mud,
and the trees begin to bud.

The humid nights hot on our skin,
the winter was a loss but summer a win.
Flowers and trees full and lush,
the herendous wind creates waves that crush.

The fall inspires, and makes the air clear,
We all know winter is almost here.
Leaves are raked and stratigectly piled,
We hope and pray that winter will be mild.

Sparkling hoar frost lines the trees,
counting the days till we see the leaves.
Winter is hard and very pain-staking,
but the beauty of it is really breath-taking.

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