That summer wild raspberries flamed on the banks of the Battle River as we blinded through murky waters searching for clams. The air smelled of eternity, the summer promised a life bigger than a town. Filling a bucket with dark rocks of shell we conjured the palpable curve of the future: you would pilot a […]
Filed under: Rosemary Griebel, Writing the Land by akublik Date 6 September, 2007
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The quiet gaze of bison, mouths moving over fescue and milkweed, sway of wind on throat latch and bull’s beard. Dark, ancient ghosts shifting over the land. On this bleached prairie beyond the salt flats of Sullivan Lake the small light of a torch on a cave wall at Lascaux still gleams in their eyes. […]
Filed under: Rosemary Griebel, Writing the Land by akublik Date 6 September, 2007
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