Lord Barham
Jun 26, 2022

Back & Forth

Black ravens rise beside the road –
A stark contrast against the snow,
Pristine white where the angels trode;
They pause, then boundingly, they go.
There! In the brush! Ahead of me!
Beside the road: a herd of deer.
Pausing – then, hesitatingly
They come as though they feel no fear
And begin crossing nonchalantly,
Stepping lightly, walking, single file,
So sure of their fleeting safety;
As for me? I can't help but smile
As I put the car back in gear
And drive on down this Prairie Road,
In my head, visions of wild deer
Crossing where white angels have trode …
Prespatou, BC 2015 on the usual Saturday drive 82 km South to get groceries in FSJ Probably penned in the little Pizza Restaurant in FSJ

About This Poem

Last Few Words: FSJ = Fort St John, a town in Northwestern British Columbia. A kilometre is about 0.6 miles. I was teaching (and living) in a place called Prespatou, a Mennonite Community, 82 km North of the nearest town (FSJ). Prespatou would not even qualify as a hamlet. It consisted of the school (K to 12) with three mobile homes subdivided, each into two units, making six in all, for teachers to live in. There were two Mennonite churches, one in German, one in English, an Old Folks Home (these were past the General Store/Post Office/Gas Station/Cafe that was about a mile and half down the road). Every Saturday was a trip south to FSJ for grocery shopping and other things. It was on the Prairies, so farming country and mostly flat or slightly undulating except where traversed by small rivers. The main road to Prespatou was paved from the highway, but preferred a short cut which took me through The Tullies. This poem was posted because I want to post Back And Forth Second Look.

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Rosewood Apothecary

I love observational commentary in poetry. I’m good at it. You’re good at it too. Can’t wait to hear the reprise.

Tim

Candlewitch

I really like this idyllic, softly rhymed piece! thanks for taking me on such a peaceful trip. your landscaping is lovely. my favorite lines are:

They come as though they feel no fear
And begin crossing nonchalantly,
Stepping lightly, walking, single file,
So sure of their fleeting safety;

I find no fault, only beauty...

*warm smiles, Cat

L

Perhaps I should someday post "Walking On Clouds" on here, since I wrote it round the same time (while teaching in Prespatou).