Dom Hunt

Rookie - 13 Points (17/04/1966 / geelong)

Alberta Prairie - Poem by Dom Hunt

Dead level, endless and dry
The great flat prairie stretches out
Under a pale blue sky

The Falls brief gold gives way
To distant Northern tundra, Arctic waste
The stubbled ground is grey

Soon, wind with razor breath
Forms a bitter crust across the land
The winters hard as death

The blizzard comes one night
In blinding, spiraled blur of crystal flakes
And grey is turned to white

The day breaks gleaming new 
Brings it's glimpse of keen seraphic light
Tingeing snow with blue

This was written by my father years ago. My father passed away last year and I thought I would share some of his work on this site. 

 


Comments about Alberta Prairie by Dom Hunt

  • Gold Star - 9,642 Points Bri Edwards (11/18/2012 10:59:00 PM)

    dom, my thanks to you and your dad for sharing, as i was reading it i heard an owl calling outside. i could easily imagine it was an owl on the prairie. bri p.s. a high school classmate from New York State (and her husband) recently moved to the blue mountains after living elsewhere down under for about 15 years. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 33 Points Mark Dillon (9/7/2012 7:20:00 AM)

    great poem, the apple didn't fall far from the tree, great legacy Dom. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012



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