Poem: Summer Snow – High in the Mountains where the glacial skier rides…
By Burn Sundell - link below
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(Inspired by the work of Buffy Sainte Marie)
Summer Snow
Born on the plains
by the open restless sea
the summer snow was calling me
But the past was a place to visit
and a hopeless place to be
I rode through the lowlands
into the hills
on past the valleys and streams.
Higher still the clean piney air
chilled my dreams.
As in winter’s snow, the sun remains
high in the mountains
where the glacial skier rides
I found the solace I required
Summer snow abides
In the circle game
the little wheel spins
while the big wheel turns around.
In songs of place and kin
the poet singer enters in
a timeless place she passes through
where other voices echo too
The future calls her forward
there’s so much left to do
give the past a present voice
but bring its love with you
I return to the plains
by the open restless sea
the Summer snow’s still calling me
but the past is a place to visit
and a hopeless place to be.
