Another repost here due to request. I hope you enjoy it.

La Gaspésie - 05/11/02

Coasts that escape the embrace

Of pine carpeted mountains

Become no more than

Barren ragged lines of red rock

As they collide with the grey waves

That swirl and foam and spray

And slowly sculpt them;

Their endurance a testament to time.

Once this was wild ground,

Untamed, it rose from the sea to the mountains,

Whose rounded peaks spoke to the wind,

and whose eyes could been seen

glowing coral and amber

as their pinnacles embraced the setting sun.

Now, this savage land has been conquered

And its once endless forests have been stripped

And lumbered into dwindling nothingness.

Arms of rivers crisscross

Like twisting snakes as they rush down

From the mountains to taste

The salt of the ocean;

Their churning waters

Green, deep and cold.

Yet those of us who live here still

Can climb breathlessly to the highest heights within our reach

And survey churning ocean

Holding for one precious moment

The unnamed freedom

That the land will not deny us.