by Terry Stamper
I see for miles to the west If I look hard, yes, there�s Saskatchewan And in her corner kitchen In a small town, there Is my aunt, making cookies by the dozen From our back deck I hear the geese flying south Heading to Mexico Five hundred at once I look up at each majestic bird With my daughter I am swept up, up, up! From our back deck I enjoy our spruces growing to the north Each year they stretch My husband and I ... Get wiser As our daughters age From our back deck I embrace our house and the east Each cedar shake nailed with skill The story of our lives together Built by my husband�s hands So we can enjoy the view ... From our back deck.