Alqonquin Poem by Holmes Jim

I hear Algonquin call to me,
Deep in the backcountry, I long to be,
Hiking amongst majestic trees,
Lost in nature, wild and free,

Roaming a place of twisted trails,
On rugged paths of rock and shale,
Sighting by chance some flickering tails,
Beneath a sky where eagles sail,

Through dense forests cast in grey,
I hear the sound of singing jays,
They call to me, as the canopy sways,
As I quietly stroll in the light of day,

Amidst the trees and free to roam,
Exploring the wild, far from home,
I long to be out there, on my own,
Surrounded by nature, completely alone.