Lost Appreciation

Levi Hunstad-Neighbor | 

My eyes grow tired of the same sights

With oceanic wind and the dull gray sky

Vibrant green blocks your view of what lays beyond

Year after year, you wish for winter to come along

Instead, you visit the interior 

With Logan Lake’s single traffic light

Reflecting off the cold sheet of snow so white 

People ask me how I could leave 

There are those who wish they could see what I’ve seen

But I can’t seem to understand

Why people see [it as] such a magical land 

My BC is not that special

The mountains were my stomping ground

And the ocean played familiar sounds 

Have I just lost my appreciation 

For the beauty of the trees in fall

Have I grown deaf to nature’s call

It’s been twelve years since I left the coast

And my homesickness has come and gone

Alberta is where I call home

But I’ll always be a boy who’s BC grown 

But now my AB is not that special

The snows no longer in my dreams

And chinooks only help me not freeze

I am losing my appreciation 

For the beauty of the plains in June

Have I grown blind far too soon