The TorchOn my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen’s groupstands watching,Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon,The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.
On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen’s groupstands watching,Out on the lake that expands before them, others are spearing salmon,The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,Bearing a torch ablaze at the prow.