I stood atop a grimy mound of dirt
I raised my head and squinted as I gazed
I looked around and not one tree; It hurt.
Oh, nature, as I knew it, had been razed.
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A Nova Scotian living in the prairies has to find a way to see it the way he likes it. Imagining the prairie as an ocean helps.
Thank goodness, someone on this site recognizes the necessity of spelling. This is a wonderful piece. As a Canadian living in the US, I do understand. Reminds me to put on site one of mine called 'Home Is'. Hope you read it. Adeline