We got back from our vacation in Dawson Creek, B.C. at the end of July. Dawson Creek is a town in northeast B.C. Near Alberta’s western boundary, it is Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway. Our daughter’s family moved there some months ago, and this was our second visit (the first was this winter/spring).
One of the things hubby and I like to do every day at home or on holiday is walk. Though I explored part of the Dawson Trail earlier in the snow, my broken hip brought an end to that. Now that I’m walking again and it’s summer, I was able to explore the full length of this trail that follows Dawson Creek’s meander through town.
Part of the trail is lined with granite boulders onto which poems have been engraved. I found eight of these. All the poems are tanka, celebrating the seasons, flowers, birds and critters of the area.
I’m posting four of these today and will do the next four in another post soon. I hope you enjoy this taste of the four seasons of northeast B.C.
I wish I knew who wrote these delightful poems. If I find out, I will certainly give credit.
Poetry authored by Donna Kane, Marilyn Belak, Megan Kane, and Rebekah Rempel. A big thanks to reader Donna Smith who unearthed this document (p. 17) with the information about the poetry stones and their authors.
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by
Robyn Hood Black at Life on the Deckle Edge.
Oops, change of plans. Robyn is injured and so that Poetry Friday doesn’t have to go missing, Irene Latham at Live Your Poem has taken up the slack. Thank you, Irene!
15 thoughts on “Dawson Trail Tanka (1)”
What a lovely trail with its poetry markers! Thanks for sharing!
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Jama, I first noticed the poetry in winter, when I found one or two rocks, barely peeking through. It was such a delight to find so many of them this summer, when we finally got to walk the whole trail.
A poetry trail– how wonderful!!! The tanka alternating with the photographs is like seamless music for the soul. Thank you, Violet– I’m looking forward to post # 2.
Thanks, Michelle. I didn’t actually realize they were tanka until I took a close look, saw each poem was five lines long and started counting syllables. Duh! It’s a great little form to write in.
That pussywillow! That spiderweb! Gorgeous. I want a poem trail IN MY BACKYARD. Mmmmm… love that you and your hubby are walkers. Yay for mile 0! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Irene. As for the walking, we spur each other on. On days I don’t feel like walking, he gets me going and vice versa. I’m so used to it now, I don’t feel normal unless I’ve had my brisk 50-minute stroll.
I wish we could find trails like that more often. It’s a lovely place, Violet, with lovely words to accompany it. All are beautiful photos too, but that spider web is awesome! I tried to take a few pics at the beach of the webs we saw around our house. I managed one where it could be seen a little bit. I like to look and look-fascinating. Thanks for telling about this path!
Thanks, Linda! About the photos, they are all ones I took at various times. There have been a few mornings where all the spider webs are visible. It seems to happen in fall when the dew is heavy. I took the photo of the spider web on one of those (and one of the reasons I always carry my camera on walks… you never know).
What lovely poems and what a delight to find them on a trail! I wonder who wrote them and why the author/authors aren’t mentioned. The poems offer lovely images – fog rising from hay bales, the seed pod castanets… Thanks for sharing these.
Yes, Joyce, those were exactly my thoughts and some of the images I that are my favourite. I think the poems encourage walkers to notice the details. A lovely touch for a nature trail.
I particularly enjoyed Amber Light suspends. These are lovely lines etched in stone. Thank you for sharing these gorgeous photographs too from your trip. 🙂
Actually, not all the photos are from this trip (but I did take them all). Some were taken close to where I live, some on the road, some recently and others a while ago. Over the years iphoto has grown fat; I have lots to choose from.
You have to love a place that inscribes poetry on stones in homage to the natural beauty all around. I want to go there!!
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Lovely, Violet! I love the line: “Cattle mosey through summer”. I love to “mosey” when I get the chance. Thanks for sharing these pictures and poems. = )