Spangled grass on crest of dike
Swimming past my wheel,
Slide betwixt the ruddy marsh
and prairie meadows green.
As tide recedes, the mud banks crackle
Lock keys calmly clanking,
Redwing blackbird flashes stripes
Sings from pole to pole.
As I traverse the verdant path
Black spotted cow stands watching,
While over on the other side
White-faced cattle haunching.
Trapped within an algae cove
Flock of minnows dart,
And just before Mosquito Point
Crows vantage from pink apple.
Two women stuff the Volvo full
of desiccated sheaves,
Above red barn on Marsh Crest Farm
Silos cascade shadows,
And out beyond Evangeline,
The rusty tide sinks North.
These lands, so rich, were stolen thrice:
Stolen from the sea and plovers,
Stolen from the Mi'kmaq
Then stolen from the Acadie.
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