Good morning Sheila, Joyce has told me that you’re collecting stories from the areas where the Enbridge pipe line is slated to cross, in our case the Necoslie or Nak’azdli as the First Nations people know it. Joyce suggested I send you this story poem I wrote back in 1996. At the time I owned a small real estate office in the ‘Fort and one of the properties I had listed was a ¼ section on the north side of the Necoslie River. It was like many larger parcels out in that country in that it had been logged in the early 1980’s under an agricultural lease. The spring I listed the property my partner, Roger Clark, and I hauled our horses out there on a beautiful Sunday in May, saddled up and crossed the Necoslie River on the old log bridge to the south side and spent some time exploring old abandoned homestead. Several years later when the river was in full flood the bridge was swept away and was never replaced.
THE HOME ¼
Out on the Necoslie Road
about 8 miles east of town
I had listed a ¼ section
that was neglected and badly run down.
It had been logged in the early 80’s
and once seeded to alfalfa and brome
but now only rose bushes and willows
were all that seemed to be grown.
It was ¾ of a mile from hydro
along a rutted dirt trail
and the moose and the deer had finished
any sign of a fence post or rail.
Now, I like to think I’m a good Realtor
at least that’s what I’ve been told
but I knew it would take some fast talking
to get that 160 acres sold.
Then one day a couple walked into my office
it was getting on late in the fall
they said they wanted a little homestead
a place to get away from it all.
Well, have I got the property for you I said
as I hustled them in to my truck
and off we went in pursuit of their dream
with no mind to the ruts and the muck.
Well, we walked every foot of that quarter
tho, I may as well not have been there
with them talking of horses and cattle
and the work and the fun they would share.
So, we went back to town and I wrote up the sale
they offered the owner full sum
he accepted their offer, we had a deal
and they thanked me for what I had done.
I see the new owners in town now and then
and they look pretty content I’d say
they’ve built a big barn and a little log house
and this year had their first crop of hay.
Their happiness just goes to show you
there’s a place for everyone
where I saw only weeds and neglect
they saw a place to call home.