Time and the Prophet by Bob MacKenzie Borne on the storm, Father before Followed the ledge - Thunder his foe, Lightning his load, Upward the peaks. Ever the wind, Searching for peace Over the clouds. Born of the storm. I am the door Hung on the edge - You are my foe, (What is my load?) Climbing the peaks. Ever the wind, Promising peace Over the clouds. published: Alberta Poetry Yearbook, 1972 |