His is a poem about my friend, and neighbor, Ian Heacock. Ian was very committed to environmental issues, he and his wife, founded the Heacock Bird Sanctuary on his large, natural, property at Battle Lake Alberta. Ian was also a driver on many films shot in Alberta. The finial film that he worked as a driver on was “The Assassination of Jesse James”. I did not know Ian long, he is now deceased, but I wish I could have known him longer, through better times. I met him towards the end of his life.
My own Photo
Trails once clean now obscured with fallen trees,
A cleaning table now obscured with lichen, moss,
and scattered with dying leaves,
withering.
The cleaning table overturned rotting,
fishing has ceased.
A cabin in disrepair, being repair,
another in the distance unfinished.
Fallen birch carefully harvested,
cut and cured,
intended for use lays stagnant
in storage.
Ian’s last act in eyes of the world,
etched on celluloid as driving
Mister Pitt to an assassination on the prairie.
An assassination of an outlaw.
His outlaw tongue harsh in life,
would not be silent,
when oilmen tried to corrupt the water,
fishing ceased for chemical reactions
in the lake.
Ian’s last act withering in agony
like a leaf fallen on a moss
covered table.
The wind through the leaves
now speak for Ian’s silent tongue.
So emotional and sad…. 
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