12/04/2012
A treat from us to you on this beautiful Tuesday; a poem written by BHHT's Chair and Managing Director, Gordon Slade. Don't these words just make you want to visit this magical place! :)
Battle Harbour; Butterflies, Bumblebees and Icebergs
Sky and sea competing for blue, white mountains of ice in every direction
Island trail lush and wet, an arctic fox appears on watch, babies near
Only sounds sea breaking on the two ribs
Time to think on the magnificence of being alone and alive
Time, we can make it wait, wait for us to linger and catch up
Think about who we are in this place, what can we offer the world
Who cares about Battle Harbour, small place, lost in history
Can small places awaken the truth about life, its meaning
Two butterflies rise from the trail, the color of monarchs
Their movement soundless, graceful, touching
Eyes move from butterflies to icebergs, sea and sky
All belong, all free on their journey of creation
Sound of a hawk breaks the silence, a silhouette in the sky
Eyes sharp and piercing for movement in the grass
Eider ducks appear around the headland, and are gone
Sequence of life ever present, belonging, beckoning
Bumblebee lands on the sweet spot of an arctic flower
Another carrier of new life and awakening
Stop, sit, savor the beauty, open your soul
A strand of the web of life in a place of eternal respect
Battle Harbour history, close your eyes, open your ears
Listen to the sounds of the past, schooners on the horizon
Sounds of men on the flake, men at the jig
All part of who we are and where we came from
Gordon Slade
June 30th, 2010
