Today, the renaissance continues … with any luck The words flow So I follow - - > The poem of life I am in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains In a town called Okotoks After breakfast, I’m driving West First across the Sheep Past Big Rock Then west down the number 7 And through a Black Diamond
And again, across the Sheep - - > I don’t know how that works I’m just following the path
Taking a turn at Turner Valley And on to the 22 and into K-country Kundalini Country, perhaps More likely Kananaskis A vision of a great leader to set aside place and space For beautiful things to grow Now down the 549 and into the heart I’ve hiked hearts ridge Camped there in the dead of winter once Only thing keeping me warm was a Nalgene bottle full of tea And the down of our feathered friends Insulated on a bed of air And of course a shell from the face of the north
Tonight, I sleep at Indian Graves (Campground) Latitude: 50.2417849636 Longitude: -114.362189631 Cause it’s here that I find answers And I bet, if the land decides to speak, shares poetry