
(Upper Waterton Lake - photo credit Rory Duce)
In Waterton, the river falls
Off weathered breaks in mountain walls
To rest in pools of cobalt blue
Its journey slowed and nearly through
Then to the lake to face the squalls
That ever blow across Waterton
The bighorn sheep oft prance and leap
Across the peaks where sunset sleeps
And into the night an owl keeps
A vigil watch upon Waterton
The morning sun sifts through the mist
That dews the shores where frost has kissed
While in the murk the bull trout feeds
On flies amidst drift wood and reeds
And high above an eagle twists
In the winds that blow across Waterton
I stand in awe on outcropped ledge
With hands raised high I make my pledge
My body wilts as days rage on
But here I’ll stay when life is gone
Please take my ashes to the water’s edge
Then free my soul
To the winds that blow across Waterton


Keep up the good work and thanks for entering my contest.





You paint such vivid pictures and leave me with a quenched palet!! Wonderful work 

























Rory Duce 




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