THE WEST

Brian D

To the west I’ve been.
The real West, not Calgary. That’s West central Canada with an attitude.
I mean the West, where giant sentinels of granite look over you the way they did every ebb and flow of civilization thats ever been, with breathtaking ancient timber reaching to the sun from the sides of each rocky mammoth. Rivers still flow here in February, out running mother nature's frosty winter grip.
Wildlife is born into this tundra, and if you venture deep enough you might come across a critter or two that has never seen a two legged animal before. The ocean rushes to the shore, almost as excited as you are to be resting upon a beach of rock and years old driftwood.
That’s what the West was.