Well I have returned from my journey to the Rocky mountains of Canada. Yes, they are different than those in our country, with lots of glacial lakes that took my breath away when I viewed them. I was however, almost never alone at the water's edge, until I walked quite a way from this vista, at the the famous Lake Louise. There I was inspired to write a narrative poem that I will share with you .
Vast aquamarine oasis in the hunter green folds of
Evergreens and spruce and lodge pole pines.
Ancient blue white glacier, receding in the distant V of
Two mountains meeting.Victoria is the name of the mountain on the right, memories of a distant Queen,
Thoughts turning inward to this one who shares her name.
People teeming like colorful flags, waving to and fro.
Images and sounds from every country present,
Japanese, a constant intonation, with German, French, English and more, superseding sounds of nature,
Until I walk towards the outer edges of this ancient Lake.
Canada, vast wilderness that takes me on a caravan of modern day inquiry.
" Lake Louise",written on July 14, 2012, Alberta, Canada