Silent Sentinel

There's a misty shrouded island crowned by trees of tow'ring height We once hiked throughout its timber, stumbling on a curious sight. On a hillside, quite foreboding, far from water's pounding surf there we found a shell worth noting lying on the dampened earth. In years past a massive cedar stood here high above the beach Haida eyes beheld a warship standing there within their reach. Ancient hands had felled it downward to the spot it's resting now... At our feet there was a long boat with a large and curving bow. They expended time and effort carving out a seemly craft then abandoned it to nature incomplete from fore to aft. One must wonder at the his'try that intruded on their plans... Was a flaw in this great giant brought to light by carving hands? Were they called to ancient warring, leaving them with too few men? Had a pestilence come calling thinning out their ranks again? Did the spirits in the carving turn against them in the end? As we utter all these questions answering voices now are mute (written his'try was not something that they held in good repute) We must draw our own conclusions basing them on what we see... There lies something, yet unanswered in the moss that crowds that tree.Queen Charlotte Island mystery as described to me by my next door neighbour after they canoed and hiked through the area. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 07:33 AM PST, Pat Grantt   0 • 10