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Nanook's Paddling Poetry |
Before the Hum
Before the background industrial hum
and the combustion engine smoke
lay the land where I come from
home to the Micmac and Maliseet folk.
I know the past cannot return
the way it was before the engines.
I know there is scant time to learn
from those who yet recall the legends.
What was it like before the white man
built his houses on the meadows
and with the brute sweep of his hand
cast the old world into the shadows?
There are a few who still hold dear
the dream of how it was before
and hope there may once more appear
the land untouched as if of yore.
When I find it, I know I will,
I will leave it as I found it,
and find my faith in that there still
are others of this kindred spirit.
Nanook of the Nashwaak
Reach out and touch a rock
