Saskatchewan My Home

Land of the living skies

Where the Saskatchewan  prairie lies

Skies painted with every hue

Pinks, purples and shades of blue

The sun slowly sinks in the west

The land settles down to rest

Our prairie full of harvest gold

Truly a site to behold

Feel the wide open space

Feel the wind upon your face

Our heavens hold the northern lights

Dancing across the sky at night

The rich soft soil of  the ground

Beautiful nature all around

Summer, winter, spring and fall

Season changes we get them all

The beaver knawing on his bark

The singing of the blue jays and meadow lark

Gophers popping their heads  above the ground

Having a look at what lurks around

The loon calls it’s lonely tune

The snowy owl hoots at the moon

Deer and moose stand and graze

In the evenings cool misty haze

The countryside what a site

The prairies, my home, my delight

This place truly a hidden treasure

A pace of life you cannot measure

Friendly people to lend a hand

Hard working people on the land

This is the place that we love

From the ground at our feet to the stars above

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2006

The week we were in Saskatchewan hunting John hunted with Gambler on his left side and Glory on his right. I hunted with Guilty. You can see different views of John, Gambler and Glory in the orange sky photos. The morning skies were beautiful and I laid on my pad waiting for the sunrise to see what the day was going to bring in the color of it’s beauty.

There was a full moon while we were there as well so this is the morning photo of the full moon while we were setting out the decoys at 4:30 am.