Quetico Deep

When the winds blew us East, that's where we wandered
Then North to the wild, our virgin boots squandered

I felt you beside me, this trail of wrath and water
Speaking from the trees; the lull whispers
Look no farther

Sleep, steady sleep
In the cool, darkness of night

So soon, the trail it heads
So long, the soul will fight

Endless fields of blueberries, not yet ripe
Reap young one, reap
Let us bring you this life

Fill our hearts to warmth
And your body to brim
Let it bask before the choir; before our recess.
Before the fields grow weak and thin
Before the basins of rivers do split

Let the northern trail stand
And awaken the fruit within

Vera Davis

When the lamps were turned low
and the birds grew silent
I stopped in my tracks and marveled

You traveled the world like you owned it
Lived out the years
Beat the life from them like they owed you an answer

Living in the sunlight
As we followed you to it

I still wonder sometimes
If you found what you were looking for

"thy sea is so great, and my boat is so small"
-Unknown Author
Phrase displayed on the JFK presidential desk.