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otter_mel
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Post Number: 24
Registered: 03-2004


Posted on Tuesday, February 8, 2005 - 4:24 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post

Here is something that in a way relates to Temagami:

THE OLD CANOE

My seams gape wide as I'm tossed aside to rot on the lonely shore,
And the leaves and mould like a shroud unfold, for the last of my days are o'er,
But I float in my dreams on northern streams that never again I'll see,
As I lie on the marge of the old portage with grief for company.
When the sunset gilds the timbered hills that guard Temagami,
And the moon beams play on far James Bay by the brink of the frozen sea,
In phantom guise my spirit flies as the dream blades dip and swing,
Where the waters flow from the long ago in the spell of the beckoning spring.
Do the cow-moose call on the Montreal when the first frost bites the air,
And the mists unfold from the red and gold that autumn ridges wear?
Do the white falls roar as they did of yore on the Lady Evelyn,
And the square-tail leap from the black pool deep where the pictured rocks begin?
Yes, the fur fleet sings on Temiscaming as the ashen paddles bend,
And the crews carouse at Rupert's House at the sullen winter's end,
But my days are done where the lean wolves run, I'll ripple no more their path,
Where the grey geese race 'cross the red moon's face from the white winds Artic wrath.
Tho' the death-fraught way from the Saguenay to the storied Nipigon,
Once knew me well, now a crumbling shell I watch as the years roll on,
And in memory's haze I love the days forever gone from me,
As I lie on the marge of the old portage with grief for company.


George Marsh (circa 1890)
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canoebear
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Post Number: 199
Registered: 05-2004
Posted on Tuesday, February 8, 2005 - 5:03 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post

otter-mel,

These here pack & paddle dreams be tru which
we hav, early on come morn, but as tha lamp begins to flicker, tha camp light in tha NE Woods, dims in tha end.
Outstanden, Heya!
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onlypassnthru
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Post Number: 5
Registered: 02-2005
Posted on Wednesday, February 9, 2005 - 8:08 am:   Edit Post Delete Post

Thanks Otter_Mel, that one's a keeper.

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