Saskatchewan Poem

Saskatchewan

Its where the horizon never ends.
The roads are straight forever.
The fields,
stretching as far as the eye can see,
like a patchwork quilt.

Its the cold winters.
The cold wind biting your face.
The drifts against the trees.
The snow days,
of snowmobiling and having snowball fights

Its fishing
and swimming
and exploring the bush.

Its the hot summers.
Looking for shade and coolness all the time.
The hope for rain,
so the crops can grow.
The sweet taste of lemonade on a schorching day.

Its the springs and falls.
That dont know if it should be winter or summer.
Hot one day,
snowing the next.
The grass turning green again.
The wheat ripening,
the Crops being harvested.

Its eating in the field.
Camping in the woods
Fishing on the river.
Snowmobiling of the lake.
Mudding in the fields.
Toboganning down the hills.

Its the place where we live.