Poem: Graham Island

 

Young Pines in Light – Emily Carr

 

Graham Island

Written May 23, 2017

 

When I looked out the back window
All I could see was
Dust
The mountain road curving downward behind us

There was a lot of
Blue sky
Small green new growth trees

All I could hear was
the gravel under the tires of my uncle’s truck
Then the blast of the gun.

I followed the bullet over the young tree-tops.
The deer must have liked to eat the leaves.

by Wendy Stewart

 

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