Saskatchewan

Prairie fields
and home cooked meals
Fingers crossed for better yields.
He’s a quiet man, With wrinkled hand,
And he holds it out for me to catch.

Woven fields of yellow and green.
So vast, the end could never been seen.
This is all that fills my dreams.
I never thought I’d ever leave.

With the wink of an eye
He sent giggles up my spine.
Magic and fantasy intertwine.
Fairy tales and olden days
Are weaved around for my play.

Woven fields of yellow and green.
So vast, the end could never been seen.
This is all that fills my dreams.
I never thought I’d ever leave.

That wind scorched man
Had dirt cracked hands
Was up at dawn to work the land
With smoke stained smile And jokes stretched a mile,

Open skies pour sunlight down,
sparkling all around,
Revealing a glowing, flowing ocean of food.

Woven fields of yellow and green.
So vast, the end could never been seen.
This is all that fills my dreams.
I never thought I’d ever leave.