Does this feel good or what?
Good to be back in these Acadian hills,
Touching these granite rocks once again…
Immutable, immovable, forever, and silent.
I am between the mountains after-season,
And I have these trails to myself today,
Except for the red squirrels squawking,
As I pass through their territories
And interrupt their winter packing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem