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My Brother Across the Ages

This gentleman was a famous guide, member of the Maliseet nation.

I know a man
I've seen just once
in a faded photograph.
His coal-black eyes
peer dark and wise
from the stern seat
of his boat on Tobique.

Though he's been dead for
a hundred years or more
His Maliseet gaze
meets mine and says
we share the lore
of the old river ways.

His boat is birch bark
stitched with cedar roots
glued with spruce pitch.
His stout pole of ash
awaits his deft touch
to guide his trusting sport
into the ancient wilderness.

I will look for him
down all the waters
down all my days.
I know one day
I will find him
and greet him
as my brother
across the ages.

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The Grandfather Akwiten Canoe, crafted in the 1820s with wood from the New Brunswick forests.

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