Rivers Run Through It
Last night I wept for my land
Not the land of my birth, but the land of my heart.
What ferociousness those rivers showed in shaping the place in which they flow.
Elbow and Bow you proved your strength, moving mountains as if they were sand.
The devastation on the trees, animals and human inhabitants is something I will never forget or forgive.
The places I walked and gaped at in awe are lost, and the pain like the water, runs deep.
I am not Kree but I see what they see, I feel what they feel.
And the connection to that land is as strong in me like it is for my children.
I love you in a way I cannot express.
No one man can be accountable, for we are all, including me, responsible.
You Alberta, were my saving province.
When the whole world went to pot, you were supposed to be my safe place.
But you Alberta, should not have had to fight the beings that live within your beauty.
You Alberta, should not have had to remind the citizens, most respectful of your amazing natural magnificence, how to love and protect you.
I’m sorry that it came to this.
I hope the lessons have been learned
And peace will rein,
So I can live and bask in your splendor once again.
Kirsty ‘Mad Eye Macca June 2013