THE INTERIOR PLAINS

The Interior Plains Is A Baking Hot Field Of Grass

• It smells like freshly tilted wheat
• It tastes like freshly baked bread from a small town bakery
• It sounds like long prairie grass whistiling in the wind
• It feels like a rust covered tractor still hot from a hard day's work
• It looks like a glistening gleaming sheet of gold under the hot Sakathewan sun

The Interior Plains Is A Home For Animals

• It smells like whole wheat turned into bread
• It tastes like dry but hot dirt
• It sounds like coal that is crackling in a fire
• It feels like a coat of wheat iching you
• It looks like a land of gold under the gleaming sun

The Interior Plains Is A Farmers Home.

• It smells like burning wood from a lake side bon fire
• It tastes like a freshly cought and grilled Manitoba lake trout
• It sounds like the rush of a herd of running buffalos
• It feels like tall prairie grass brushing against your feet
• It looks like a field of nothingness in the middle of nowhere

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