For someone who grew up on the prairies, the Rocky Mountains were awesome to be amongst.
The mountains seem solid and everlasting —
Something to lean on.
They stand holding up the sky timelessly.
They are like the personification of
With their feet planted firmly on the ground
And rising up to the heavens
Their heads in the clouds.
They were the same centuries before and centuries to come.
They are the past, the present and the future
At the same time.
In this time of change and hectic rush
They seem to soothe the nerves
What’s the hurry!
It takes me thousands of years
To become useful soil
So what’s your hurry?
Vancouver, B.C. — October, 1959.