When the Loons call as evening falls,

a haunting cry across the golden lake,

and trees that lace a hilltop

turn black against the orange sky.

Then our eyes and ears enchanted

by these gifts that we enjoy.

Give thanks in silent gratitude

for our senses, lives and friends

David Garlick, Quesnel, July, 1994

 

For Rudy and Anne on their Lake