LAURENTIAN WONDERLAND

When summer sun its torrent rays

On earth each day relentless plays

My tent and roll I pack, and leave

For camp-the pure sweet air to breathe;

All cares and worries left behind

As nature's beauty fills the mind;

For there is nothing near so grand

As the Laurentian Wonderland.

Laurentian Hills majestic stand,

Bring name to this enchanted land.

Its waters rippling merrily,

The lazy Ottawa you see.

At eve the twinkling stars so gay

With silvery moon come out to play,

And light the way as down the strand

You wander through Laurentianland.

Like ghostly ships of days gone by,

Stealing their way across the sky,

Fluffy clouds of silvery hue

Are mirrored below on waters blue.

Silently come, silent away

To greet you again another day,

For they are part, you understand,

Of this Laurentian Wonderland.

The setting sun across the bay

Brings ending to another day;

And gazing up at brilliant skies,

You cannot help but realize

Its beauties blended every day,

No artist's brush could this portray;

None could, save God's almighty hand

Create Laurentian Wonderland.

Karl G. Remus (1918-2004)