Poem: North Ontario Train

Wild raspberries...welcome specks of red...
in an ocean of green...
Black eyed susans...still running away from home...
Fire weed...pretty opportunist...
staking out its pink territory...
Red rock walls...sentinels along the long train line...
Bracken...ancient reminder...of other times...long gone...
Trout ripple...on black water creek...
slow winding to its source...
Broken grey tree bones...still standing...
with no clear evidence of who is to blame for their brokenness...
Giant grey loaves of stone disappearing into cool blue lakes...
their true size...an ancient secret...
Blighted evergreens...turning to rust...where they stand...
Yellow and brown dappled ducklings making tiny intersecting circles...
on still black waters...
Who said...there was nothing to see...from a North Ontario train...
and no life...after Sioux Look Out.........................?