Alberta 

Alberta clouds below the plane,

distinct as sheep grazing on air;

below, brown fields,

Spring, farmland.

Alberta, Alberta!

Such a pretty name

I would give it a girl

had I ever another.

Sun on the sheep,

in their hundreds, thousands, 

fat little pufflets, the size of hotels,

alone and together, going the same way.

When they reach the margin

they’ll raise their heads,

wheel and turn back

for more Alberta.