Sonnet Of The Nahanni ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poem by Richard Stopps

Sonnet of the Nahanni
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In hidden lands where Rabbitkettle steams,
The spirits walk, unseen by waking eyes.
They guard the river's ancient, winding streams,
Where legends drift beneath the northern skies.

By Nailicho, the falls in thunder speak,
And cast their voice through mist and cedar air;
They tell of lands where only bold hearts seek,
In realms of power, wild and unaware.

The Valley of Headless Men lies dark and deep,
Its shadowed tales by firelight kept alive,
Of wanderers who ventured forth in sleep,
To lands where only myths and spirits thrive.

Nahanni whispers, vast and fierce and still,
A haunting land, of lore and untamed will.