Bruce Russell Reid
Both Safe At Home
I stood atop a grimy mound of dirt
I raised my head and squinted as I gazed
I looked around and not one tree; It hurt.
Oh, nature, as I knew it, had been razed.
This gloomy prairie so displeased my eyes.
They asked if they could close; I heard their plight.
They promised me a Nova Scotian prize.
I took their wise advice and closed them tight.