When I landed in Regina
the wind was blowing cold
A double rainbow rose
wide and low, mingling with spitting rain clouds.
In the Qu’Appelle Valley
clouds rode higher
clouds rode higher
rain dried up
over golden wheat fields
A quick stop at my sister’s home to care for Rocket, Muffin and Trouble.
A change into warmer clothes and off to
a Pow Wow just outside of this small prairie community.
Indian Tacos in hand,
we climbed old wooden bleachers
to have supper and watch
dancers in brightly coloured costumes, feathered head dresses
whirling and stepping to drums and singing voices,
welcoming a child to his first pow wow and
a family honouring an outgoing princess.
Dance competitions had been before and were to come after.
Cold wind chased away cloud and whipped up dust
in time to the jingling of bells on dancers costumes.
“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel
for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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