Wildflowers
He came from a world strange to me
A world of high mountains and deep bush
A world of bear cubs rolling in the sunshine
Of wolves howling in the icy dark
Heard from a warm bed
He told me of the salmon
Racing, leaping, flying up the rivers
To spawn, and die
Of the bald-headed eagles, and the black ravens
Of the robins who bring the Spring
Of the hummingbirds, who drink the nectar
Of the lovely wildflowers of the North
I dreamed of the mountains
Rising sheer from the sea
I dreamed of the mists rolling in from the ocean
Enfolding the home I could gift him
What children we would have!
Strong of limb, sturdy, wild and free
Like the wild things of the North
Now we have those dream children
A lively boy, and a light-haired little girl
Delight of my heart!
They run free among the wildflowers
Wildflowers themselves
Flowers of such wild love
They are strong, and they hear music
The music of the mountain streams
Draining from the glaciers
From the heights, cascading into the fjord below
They smell the fragrance of air like wine
White wine with heady bouquet
They tumble like the bear cubs in the sunshine
Run like the wolves in the rain
Such a gift my Love gave to me!
Now my wild creatures must be tamed
They must learn the music of another world
The music of the city! My world!
So much it has to offer, so much treasure to give
But so far away!
Poem Written in: Stewart, British Columbia | October 1979