Sunday Poem: “Dempster”

 

In the storm,

The grandmother worried about her people.

The road crew worried about the storm.

The explorers worried about the beer.

 

In the town,

The residents worried about the supplies.

The Mounties worried about the unknown.

The explorers worried about the wind.

 

On the Road,

The explorers worried about the daylight.

The grandmother worried about her children.

The Mountains worried about neither.

 

By W.N. Branson

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