The Days Run Away: Poems --- Robert Currie | Numéro Cinq
Robert Currie lives in Moose Jaw, which is substantial city, but his concerns are mostly rural. And if you have read your Farley Mowat (e.g. The Dog Who Wouldn't Be) you would know that growing up Saskatchewan in a certain era was all about the outdoors, the weather, the seasons, fishing, bird migration, shooting --- this was near the Age of Innocence before hunting and fishing became signs of ecological imperialism. It was also a time when your parents would let you bounce around in the back of a pickup truck (without fear of arrest for child endangerment).
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