Two Rivers; Many Lives
With two rivers and many lives
There are painful memories embedded like knives.
With rainstorms to remember and floods to forget
These rivers of rage
Mean lives to be saved.
The dance exists, Alberta ,
And the dance of life goes on.
Ye may not even notice it
Especially when things are gone;
Yet, the spirit of a people can always remain.
The tide that washes away can also bring gain:
And this to be insight like
One giant spear of light
Is all the hope Ye need.
One dance out of darkness
Can build a great new seed.
There is utter sadness and despair,
With lives lost, and lives saved;
But the true worth of life is all that is made.
The movement from A to B
And the rebuilding of D to Z.
Strength to Ye all, Dear Calgary!
--A Sandy Survivor