The Clearwater falls over several unrunnable drops on its way to the Miramichi
The Clearwater joins the Miramichi in late afternoon light
Click here to hear Nanook recite this poem.
The Clearwater falls over several unrunnable drops on its way to the Miramichi | |
The Clearwater joins the Miramichi in late afternoon light | |
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Click here to hear Nanook recite this poem. |
There is a stream up north that calls
in soft insisting echoes
to
wander down its alder halls
and linger in its meadows.
Very few have seen its source,
the
ice-blue lake deep in the highlands.
None I know has run its course
or
walked along its granite islands.
I often stand upon its shore
where
it meets the Miramichi,
and vow some day I will explore
its rock-strewn
realm of mystery.
I know its path is frought with falls,
its rapids
run in boulder chains.
Still it beckons, still it calls,
come north,
Nanook, to my domains.
Clearwater Stream, your siren song
has
cast its spell upon my will.
I only hope it won't be long
ere my dream I
shall fulfill.
Nanook of the Nashwaak
Reach out and touch a
rock
