Alcan Road

Open the gate to the red land

Alcan road, by the turquoise lake

Starry skies, a mushroom cloud

Folding waves, in a foamy tide

Washing in beds, of opal shells

white gulls cry, for you and I

butterflies, float away

drift over pools, of salt and clay

mountain man, frosted child

eagles cry, puppets of god

strung like time, molded in form

trees bend back, and trails distort

it leads to the land, of Alcan Road

the turquoise lake, and starry skies

mushroom clouds, folding waves

foamy tides, of salt and brine