Cutthroat trout slurp gnats on the surface
of shoals reflecting the Telkwa Range’s
sloping shoulders, somewhere hidden
there a remnant Caribou herd munch lichen.
Two clouds hover above a loon’s eerie call.
Who could give language to this grandeur?
What name could contain this sacrament?
Difficult tasks beckon the brave.
A pioneering settler, a century ago,
ignored first peoples, remained
unpolluted by native tongues, beheld
this place and thought "Dennis."-->