Three clergymen from Michigan, adventure sought one spring They probed their maps of Canada, portaging was their thing
Friday, September 19, 2008
A stream they spied (maps called it one), they learned to call it more Its source God hid, its mouth ran out along Superior’s shore
Thursday, September 18, 2008
To ease their load as Black Robes did, a Brother came along When Widgeon Lake the Cessna skimmed, sixth sense said something’s wrong
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Then the bush plane flew for the second crew, while the first trudged on to the stream They took one look at that babbling brook and knew maps ain’t what they seem