There is a valley in the Peace where summer lingers
where the soil is deep and rich
and melons grow sweet and luscious.
There is a valley in the Peace where the corn stands tall
when all around the frost
marches through in frozen hobnail boots.
There is a valley in the Peace.
And they want to dam it.
(me eating cantaloupe melon purchased just a few miles down the road from here; overlooking the beautiful Peace River on the road from Fort St John to Hudson’s Hope)