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LETTER: The river's song

Letter to the Editor
Letter to the Editor

It took me awhile to find my present place.

Way back when Pangea was separating into continents, I ran in all directions; and after five ice ages came and went, it gouged out the valleys and ponds that now give me present place and direction east.

Then the Red Ochre and Beothuk peoples came and saw the splendour of my waterfalls and heard my hypnotic song. In the time of Cabot, new settlers came from across the sea and they too were captivated by my beauty. Their children frolicked and played with me in my swimming holes, and their families turned one of them into a swimming pool where every child found glee.

I love attention and create happiness in all those who come to see me. For as long as I can run, I have an endless gift to give. Today I am excited because I'm in the care of people who have not scarred my banks with clearcutting to my waters edge and who have not polluted me, like others.

Instead, they have opened up a walking trail on my north side where people can saunter beside me and appreciate my beauty.

Come and hear my river song — the trickling of my waters will stop the turmoil in your mind and wash freedom into your soul, the silence of my steadies will fill you with peace, and my dancing waterfalls will flow its energy into you. I promise, if you let in the magic of my enchantments, I will heal you.

Thank you Town of Carbonear and trail crew for freeing me from obscurity. Now anyone can walk, or sit awhile with me, where God may fill them too.

Old man river (aka Phil Earle),
Carbonear

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