The Hills of Dunvegan

The land before time approaches

As though animated dinosaurs

Will collide with the black bear

While deer watch

From the pavements edge

The hills are gentle

Smooth and rolling

Deceptive in their incline

As you fall to the mighty Peace

The view steals your breath

No matter how often you travel through

Gardens and tepees 

Built to commemorate

To help us remember

Time suspended

Like the mouth of the bridge that greets you

Where the ferry used to run

History thrives in their shadow

Tourists and locales mingle

Stories unfold

As we all try to hang on

For the sake of those

Who will follow

Natasha Head