The purity the palette
The budding the gain
The green of a forest in spring
The depth the demise
The gleam the glint
The measure of white water that runs
The fowl the mite
The flight the bite
The spell of a midsummer’s lid
The vision the view
The tone the tag
The blaze of each entire day
The feel the fret
The desire the dreams
The assurance of profound moonlight
From the known to the unknown
To the future from the past
The joy of my journey within
William Cavanagh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/algonquin-canada/
