A spoke word poem in celebration of my parents golden anniversary
Kincaid, Saskatchewan

Your love is like the prairie sky

By Yvonne Turgeon

Boy meets girl
he takes her onto his land
holding hands they looked up into the sky
The endless, never ending sky

Your love is like the prairie sky
every day to greet you in the morning
and every evening to end the hours together

Your love is like the prairie sky

You know what they say about prairie boys
Boy they can sow their oats

But the prairie boy that works the land
Knows how to make things grow
Knows that life is made of seasons

A man that possesses both passion and commitment
And unwavering belief in “next year”

You know what they say about a prairie woman
She’s not without her charms

You’ve seen it
The clouds begun to part
And radiant steams of light beam from on high
It’s like looking at… heaven

Oh, she’s seductive
Just think of all those romanic hues

Such a flirty orange
A precious pink
A baby blue
A royal blue
A dark midnight black

Gift giver, life giver
the keeper of dreams

Your love is like the prairie sky
There are golden days
There are cloudy days
Stormy days
Hot sizzle days

…and I won’t even mention
those mid November nights

Your love is like the prairie sky
Like a winter’s day wrapped in whiteness
unsure of where land ends and sky begins
melting into one
where man ends and woman begins
two become one

Your love is like the prairie sky
Boy and girl
Out on the prairie land
He takes her hand and looks into her sky blue eyes
And says,
Our love is like the prairie sky
Endless.