As we travelled, capturing photograph after photograph of the lovely scenery, I decided to write some notes about what I could see through the windows during our journey. I put these together to write a poem from my thoughts and observations.
Views From the Train. The first day. Stand up and admire The soaring presence Of Mount Robson. Ethereal blue Shimmers in the sunlight. White tipped topping Cascades down Like pure icing; Frosting the Mountainous cake. Tier upon tier Of towering trees Hug the train track. Trees of leafy greens Like a rich gourmet salad Fresh and crisp In the mountain air. Wave after wave of green foliage Creating a corridor; Surprisingly varied In their depth of colour. Bedraggled undergrowth Hides dark shadows Lurking In the tangled ground cover. White water waterfall plummeting rapidly creating a filigree spray of intricate lace Foaming into a transparent ice cool pool. Red top pine trees Thinly tall; Dying, decaying slowly. Beetle larvae Leave patterned evidence Of slowly, strangling The living wood. Dappled sunbeams Radiate warmth and light As they fight their way through; Revealing a forest full of new life A resurrection of beauty! Sue Westcott (C.) 2017
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