Alberta Rose

©2007 Phyllis Sinclair

 

She sits in the crevasse waiting for morning,

Awaiting the sun, and her day to begin when she’ll rise again

On the prairie wind

She’s in no hurry, she drinks in the dew,

Watches the sage brush drink of it too, in the Badland

What a pretty pair

 

She’s Alberta Rose, she’s strong and she’s free,

Wild natural beauty, flower of the prairie

 

She follows the sun to the great Rocky Mountains,

There she can bathe in the pools & the fountains past foothills green

All day to dream

She waltzes through ranchland, valleys, and farms

Flaunting her beauty, she’s working her charm on the Ammolite

Her jeweled delight

 

She’s Alberta Rose, she’s strong and she’s free,

Wild Natural beauty, flower of the prairie

 

She brushes the Ice fields heading for Zama,

Wades in the shore line of Lake Athabasca in the ancient pines

Under autumn skies

Northern wind blowing, she takes her rest,

Satisfied knowing, she gave us her best, then she fades away

But she’ll come again

 

She’s Alberta Rose, she’s strong and she’s free,

Wild Natural beauty, flower of the prairie

Aahh-ahh-ahl- berta Rose   

 

Freely she gives us full knowing she’ll wither and die,

Return to the earth there renewing the circle of life, 

Then she’ll rise in the grain ripened harvest, gem stones and the oil,

Appearing once more to give back to Alberta soil

 

Now she sits in the crevasse waiting for morning, awaiting the sun, and her day to begin when she’ll rise again

On the prairie wind