With this trip Phil completed his bucket list.
And Alexa showed what life is like without Spell-check.
And Paige showed there is colour in the winter.
Via Heartland
Following the path
your tracks lay down
I feel the spirit of those
who laboured to pin the rails
Upon the ties which
the earth binds so firmly;
Hoping for the future
of the engine which may
Pull the two solitudes
to lasting unity
And guide our passage course
to a land where peace sustains
Trains of thought stirred
by the thrumming beat of
wheels passing over
this glorious land of my birth.
Wayne , December 2012
for the crew of Via
December 21-23, 2012
Spirit Bear
It is just a black bear
But he is white
He is special
But he is different
He is strong
He is calm
He is a good fisher
The most efficient
But he is not pretentious
He doesn’t tell everybody,
His soul is protected by the Elders
Moksha”ol
There are a lot of things
He doesn’t tell us
Like why is he white?
He seems like he
Doesn’t like people
But it’s not true
He has a pure heart
Needs to be kept far
From this crazy world
If you see him one day
It’s not because you are lucky
It’s because you have been chosen!
I hope one day
I will meet
This Kermode
Claudie 5/7/13
I see the world change,
Even in a short range,
On my brief little ride,
It’s here I decide,
I love living life on the move,
To see it change as I do,
I get to see the trees grow,
Through the rain and the snow,
I see so many faces,
All enjoying the view.
So many new places,
And beautifully old too.
Why stay in one place
When my life can be a race
Journey after journey
Toward another adventure
I’ll watch the world change
On this brief little ride
I can’t help but be inspired
To travel world wide.
Percy Benson
Onward, Onward
The whistle blows, long and clear,
The haunting sound that says we’re near
Onward, onward, passing by
A land so vast that meets the sky,
With secrets many, hidden away.
Not ours to view , no not today
We travel through, a passing guest
We’re on a journey, a special quest
To experience the beauty of a wilderness free,
Not owned by man, not you or me.
A land we borrow, for a moment in time.
A land so free, a land sublime.
And so we travel along our way,
Taking the happiness of the day
As the whistle blows, so long and clear,
The haunting sound that says We’re near.