Pentantekut

Pentantekut was the original Chilcotin peoples' name for this lake in north-central British Columbia. A beautiful, isolated place.

‘Settlers’ came and took the name
And gave it one of their own.
They all call it Tibble’s Lake now,
As if millennia would know.

Loon lives here and calls at night
The song that says this is home.
Blue heron nests a ways down the creek,
In the marsh, standing still and alone.

Swan sails when patches appear
In the ice as it melts away.
Pelican arrives in a noisy crew,
Taking their place on the bay.

Osprey guards the mouth of the stream
From high atop a fir tree.
Eagle lays claim to the open air,
To reign over all that she sees.

Blackbird sings in the heat of day
And everything stops to hear.
And I, in my silence, everyday know
A Creator’s creation is near

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, a Creator's creation...and who are we to think that we own it and can rename it...man is so presumptuous...isn't he?

claiming as ours what is not....we push nature off of its land, its home...we did that to the native americans too...

but as poets, i think we understand what is important....and we have those moments of thought, contemplation, in those special times we experience the offerings of nature and look and listen.

[garrshaw]

Yes I agree Jacob, man is presumptuous... somehow every generation, it seems, believes they are the ultimate and the last or they often act that way.

I love being in nature - you can't help but see the poetry.