I can hear him And I am nowhere near Comes with pine fragrance This time of year. Comes with the memories. Paddling of old. Comes as the Father Fakes some kind of injury. Snake-like, bold. Been with us always. Trappers explore. Beadwork on chest shields Pipes smoked galore. First Nations knew Our Friend. Diver who sings. Yodels in nature joy. Homesickness brings. Couldn’t I go right now? Leave for those waters Mystic dark blue. Night time his symphony Captivates you.
Autumn, Bon Echo, 1923 Link to Bon Echo Provincial Park…highway seven east to Kaladar; north on 41 to Mazinaw Lake. https://www.ontarioparks.com/park/bonecho Sombre Hill, Algoma,1922 Quebec Village, 1926 A Westerly Gale, 1916 The Guide’s Home, 1914