by Terry Stamper
I see for miles to the west If I look hard, yes, there’s Saskatchewan And in her corner kitchen In a small town, there Is my aunt, making cookies by the dozen From our back deck I hear the geese flying south Heading to Mexico Five hundred at once I look up at each majestic bird With my daughter I am swept up, up, up! From our back deck I enjoy our spruces growing to the north Each year they stretch My husband and I ... Get wiser As our daughters age From our back deck I embrace our house and the east Each cedar shake nailed with skill The story of our lives together Built by my husband’s hands So we can enjoy the view ... From our back deck.