I went into the woods
to count the countless trees,
where three hundred years
is young,
found they indeed have a number
the ancient mossy stumps of giants
felled long ago
host seedlings that may never
grow
to the heights of their ancestors
while the wind through the pine boughs
are whispered legends, myths in Mi’kmaq
quietly told to others who will never understand.
© Erik Hansen 2018
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