Poetry Time
This monthly series began more than a decade ago in an effort to encourage the joys of poetry. Here we celebrate other poet's work, as well as our own. If you would like to submit, simply visit the ABOUT page for guidelines & contact information.
BEAUTIFUL B.C.
The West wind is blowing and calling to me,
Come back to the mountains, come back to the sea,
Green valleys in blossom with blue skies above,
I’ll always come home to this land that I love.
There’s gold in the sunset where wild geese still fly,
Where proud Douglas fir trees are touching the sky,
And wild rushing rivers run down to the sea,
Dear land of the dogwood, our Beautiful B.C.
The wild flowers are blooming, so fragrant and fair,
From meadow and hillside they perfume the air,
And small creeks are rippling, their waters so cool,
Where cattle are grazing by deep shady pools.
Your smoky blue mountains with white crowning snow,
Your emerald green islands where soft breezes blow,
Your dark northern forests I’m longing to see,
Dear land of the dogwood, our Beautiful B.C.
© Frank Brummet
* This poem was written by Dave's father, who enjoyed studying the art of poetry. Here he attempts to express is great love and appreciation for Canada's beautiful, western jewel.
It was published in Poetic Wanderings, the 3rd book of our Playing With Words series.
Poetic Wanderings
Poetry has this unique ability to heal as it is being written, just as it heals when it is being read.
For Dave's father, Frank Nick Brummet, it began with a few published poems in high-school annuals.
He wrote his first serious poem titled Sentinel On The Hill in the '70's & it was published in the Okanagan Historical Society Report.
By 1996 the muse had struck & he began to write and study writing in earnest.
Delve into this poetic journey celebrating love, reflections on nature & a lifetime of memories today.
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