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Post Number: 12
Registered: 08-2004
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On a path in quiet forests
through the fragrant roots and boulders
flows a stream of birch bark bearers
light canoes upon their shoulders.
Like a train of ghostly beings
light of foot and deft of trace
passing through in total silence
moving with an ancient grace.
Should you chance upon this portage
where a thousand feet have trod
you may see them in their passage
you may meet those woodland gods.
Then you'll learn their oldest secrets
learn the wonders of their lore
of the chemun with its mystery
from these men who went before.
All their tools are made from nature
from a plan that few now know
ax of stone and cloth of deer skin
spruce for paddle, cedar bow.
You'll inhale this primal wisdom
it will fill your emptiness
and for evermore you'll paddle in
Keewaydin's wilderness.
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