No noise, no traffic, no sirens
Only the crackling of the fires.
The solar lights brighten up the yard
Living up here is not that hard
Our furry kids run wild and free
The trees have grown two feet or three
Northern lights occasionally come
The speckled fawns will follow their mom
Many roads and lakes to explore
Who could ask for anything more?
Fresh garden meals and lengthy chats
This is where we hang our hats
Fireweed is dancing in the breeze
Very soon the water here will freeze
Then we'll head to our winter homes
To Barra...worthy of a thousand poems
— Brenda Hawley
Brenda Hawley was born in sunny Summerland, beautiful British Columbia. Left home at 17 to pursue a life of fun and continue to focus on the positive side of life. Enjoy winters in Barra and summers in Canada. Brenda's The Canadian Home is one of the poems featured in Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre.