Saskatchewan is like Newfoundland

Saskatchewan is like Newfoundland
wide open rolling waves
the sight, the sound, the feel, the smell
the salt within their veins

the crops and cod are waning
on horizons that won’t quit
the food is still worth raising
it just takes a certain grit

eons ago where we walk today
they crashed on the beaches ten foot waves
and left in my garden for me to find
an ancient clam soaked in alkalie

the colours of the ocean
they’re like the prairie too
the green, the black, the turquoise
the yellow and the blue

the stone boats and the schooners
will do a job no more
the fertile mother ocean
oh, she’s just a thing of lore

the practice of greed and raping
is not limited to land
legendary grand banks are like
summer followed sand

once the fish were thick there
now they cannot find a one
their families go hungry
while others take it by the ton

Saskatchewan is like Newfoundland
wide open rolling waves
the sight, the sound, the feel, the smell
the salt within their veins