Miramichi Memories
Where have all my old friends gone,
who sailed with me before?
You heard a call, every one,
and stepped onto the shore.
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Laurie, Mike, Paul and Nanook on the Miramichi River |
| |  Click here to hear Nanook recite this poem. |
No more to go a-wandering
along sun-dappled stream,
you chose to go a-yondering
and chase a different dream.
I'm the one you left behind,
to ply the ancient ways,
where waters by green mountains wind
until the end of days.
I see your faces in the fire
as evening shadows fall.
When raptor broods on spruce's spire
I hear your voices call.
The times we spent together
I will always cherish.
I know there's no forever.
Only now is precious.
The moon shines on our campsite
where Clearwater meets Miramichi.
We'll sit and talk long into night,
if only in my memory.
Nanook of the Nashwaak
Reach out and touch a rock
The Nashwaak Alder Maze
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