Foot prints of the past...
trappers.. and the trapped..
faded, but recognizable
still.
Shorelines
are still carved
by the same waters,
hurried to shore
by a sudden breeze.
The sky is still fringed
by graceful aspen
and bleached skinned birch,
reaching....
their tanned fingers
stretched toward the sun.
Pine sentinels still stand guard,
with watchful green lashed eyes.
Portages,
footprinted by thousands of feet since,
still remember the touch
of the first feet upon their rocky paths.
The past lives here still...
it calls to us in whispers...
Those who care,
hear.
Those who do not care,
would not hear
the loudest scream.
The wilderness remains........
Background graphic by Tenny Whitfield
Still
Copyright 1998-2001
Janet Nix
See his work at Timber Bear Art
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