Prairie's End

This is where the prairie ends;

Our crops and asphalt meet the sand…

The Olympics touch the Salish Sea

Like a moat around our land.

I saw today, a forest fire,

Caused by a lightning storm…

On a mountain, a ferry ride away,

Far from our isle, weather-worn .

Our houses blow down in the wind,

We live on cliffs, that wash away,

Deciding in the end, the beauty

Is compelling enough to stay.