My Province
This province has produced no Caesar
nor Alexander the Great
not even a Genghis Khan.
There are no captured banners
flying in our halls
nor captured heraldry.
Conquering heroes lust for new lands
that they do not own
to supplant what is not enough.
Home come those heroes with
parades of conquered wealth
and tales of bravery and victory.
They raise their voices and shout
of their just vengeances and trophies
saluted with fisted up raised arms.
Alas in my province we weep with
joy at the beauty
for the Golden Gate in our front fence.
The white-capped Sierras
of our back fence
takes our breath
And from Horizon North
and Horizon South
a Farmer’s Market Capricorn.
No where else is there
a world so fair
so lead not a conquering force.
We all must stay home
and dance
for rain.
Doug Minnis March 9, 2014