National Adult Literacy Database

August 26, 1996

This week, we have a poem written by White Cloud, from Stony Mountain, Manitoba.

The Loon and Trees

by White Cloud

The wind blows across the lake,

while we watch the loon

swimming towards the sunset,

we are the trees

who could only hear

the wind speak,

swish swish the sound goes,

while we watch the loon

swimming towards the sunset,

once again

we could hear the swish,

if we could only hear

the loon sing

maybe then

the fire would go away

from the sight

where we are watching

the loon

swimming towards the sunset.

[This poem was taken from Spirit Within our Dreams, p. 68, a collection of stories written by students of the school at Stony Mountain Correctional Institute, Manitoba.]