Evening in Saanich

As the evening’s misty darkness
Slowly falls
Upon the silvery waters
Of the peaceful inlet,
The tall dark pines and cedars
Stand out high
Against the equally silver sky,
As calm, majestic silhouettes
That hide the private,
Hidden lives
Spent along the shore,
Full of laughter,
Full of tears,
Full of hopes
And full of fears,
Living with life’s energy
Among the moose and bears,
Among the tall alder,
Sombre cedar and haunting fir;
Hunting, trapping and fishing;
Taking only what nature can bear;
Taking from nature
Only our share.

Cy, Aug., 1987