Poem: On Dallas Road

Lying in bed, preparing to sleep, I hear
The clip clop of horses’ feet introducing tourists
to the charms of Old Victoria;
The pioneer Ghosts of the Douglases, the Carrs,
the Pembertons
And more –

The First Nations people who populated this region
before the Hudson’s Bay Company
built the Fort,
And the Spirits of the Ancient Ones
who still inhabit the Earth.

The wind is rising, a storm blowing in
from the Pacific –
Birds and critters, hunkering down for the night
As we, too, settle –
The parade slowly passing by –
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop,
Slowly fading into the distance.

Florence McGregor-Foxcroft

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