[Sometimes a True Canadian lyric is too.]
Shortly after stepping off my bike, camera in hand, at the edge of County Rd. 74 south of Mapleton on Sunday I discovered the batteries were dead.
No postcards today, I thought.
But the scene was worth remembering so I made a few notes while sitting at the New Sarum Diner. (Cheeseburgers are up to $3.55 now.)
[Mud swallow from another Sunday ride]
a rolling field of winter wheat
tossed beneath the wind’s hand.
I knelt low beside its edge
to catch the smell of earth and soil.
at the sound of my shuffling boots
a swallow darted from the shifting green
then watched me from a wire.
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