Walking a fence line north of Chip Lake
Yesterday, walking a fence line north of Chip Lake,I thought I saw my dad standing on a stony rise,like the one in Saskatchewan on the west side of the Riversid...
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The winter poem
The winter poem comes harder. You have to wake up in the dark, throw on your lined coveralls, your mitts and wool hat, grab the pails from the porch by the sepa...