As a pseudo orphan in the Peace
During the summer of love I saved
My brothers' lives that day at the frog pond
Calling, come back in or mom will kill you!
We had our idylls on the Beatton's banks
Which curves across the boreal forest
And muskeg and rises at Pink Mountain,
The so-called Serengeti of the north.
Before the overwhelming present came
The overwhelming past, the discipline,
The un-naming, the ancestral homeland,
The Alaska Highway where the buffalo roam,
Or so they say. Boreal diversity
Reduced and formed by fire, like all cool kids.
About this Poem
Learn more about Nancy Jo Cullen on her website and find more of her works in the KFPL collection.