Simple and Sacred

Fresh long wet roads with dusty edges 

rolled and rolling into Selkirk's vivid lush greens and blues

Proprietary woody smells, never ending peaks,

snowy drops,

bridges and boats, always there for townsfolk. Always waiting for the crossings.

Smoke in winter, smoke in summer

land on edge of eden or born into it, not sure yet.

Had to be here, have to show the real human souls, the high worth of entangling oneself here

with the beautiful, simple and sacred.