Hunter Spirits

This area was used by the Rideau Lakes Mississauga,
of the Ojibwe or Anishinaabe nation, as a meeting place.




Hunter Spirits


I wander to a sacred shrine,
with open heart and open mind.
I hope to meet with spirits passed.
I can't imagine what I'll find.

At sundown, hunter spirits come
together at this hallowed place.
In this open air cathedral
we share a moment filled with grace.

In reverence I sit in awe ~
I see them clearly as my hand.
Like brothers at a festive time,
our common bond, this precious land.

I hear their voices, hear their tales
of hunting parties from the past.
Their faces ashen, lined with age,
they came as smoke, and leave as fast.

So real, yet from another world
when buffalo were free to roam.
This was their summer hunting ground.
Now, it's my home away from home.

They were a kind and gentle folk,
the flora, fauna were their friends.
Our bond with Mother Earth is lost;
let's try to find it once again.

May, 2011: Awarded Honorable Mention in the "The Enchanted Book of Poetry Contest".
     Thanks, Miss Bee.