Back in 1983 a special piece of Lake Superior shoreline was designated a national park and thus Pukaskwa was born. Rob wrote this while sitting on the shore of Lake Superior watching the waves crash onto the rocks.
Oh Pukaskwa – land of wolf and caribou
Oh Pukaskwa – I long to spend some time with you
Ghosts of your past call out to me
Pukaskwa – wild shore of an inland sea.
You are a rugged existence of earth, sea and man.
Lake Superior, the queen of this north land
Unpredictable, a challenge to us all
Sit down and listen you’re sure to hear her call.
Midnight skies alight in a boreal haze
Entertain while I think of voyageur days
The song of a sea as it rools ahore
It offers what it is, but who would want more?
Rocky points and rivers, plants that shouldn’t be here
Voyageurs and logging men stories of yesteryear.
The spirits of the natives belong to the land and sea.
This wilderness of Pukaskwa is now a part of me.