Cape Brenton’s Highlands


Atop rocky escarpments
Dropping off with jagged edge
In greenest of green, wind-
Swept woods, mist blows
From a rainy gulf bringing
Spits of moisture mixed
With sun all the while
Infusing mind and spirit
With gray-green of space,
As white-throated sparrow
Sings its tune “Oh Can-a-da.”
 
By Richard F. Fleck