Take me across
From one sea to the next
Weaving in and out of conversations
Around sun kissed lakes and dew kissed hills
Fuelled by gas station coffees
And grocery store doughnuts
This place of hope and freedom
Bordered by sea and sea and sea and land
Silence isn’t always bliss
But bliss is always speechless
I will always call this place my home
From mountains to prairies and back again
Take me across
From one sea to the next
Bethany Christine Creative 