The Mist Of Green Mantle

The Mist of Green Mantle

As you stand beside the river and you feel the misty breeze,
Try to let your spirit wander, wherever it might please.

Take a moment just to ponder and let history unfold,
The ancient Indian legend, the Ojibway tribe oft' told.

The chief of the Ojibway, Ogama Eagle was his name,
Had a daughter named Green Mantle, who was soon to come to fame.

A tall and graceful princess, with dark black eyes and jet black hair,
At seventeen, was a captive of the Sioux Tribe warring there.

While being forced to guide her captives, Green Mantle led the way,
Down the Kaministiquia River, toward her camp that day;

Seeming to betray her people, travelled to the waterfall.
Some say that she swam the river; some say that she gave her all.

Today the mist of Green Mantle speaks of Love of a rare kind,
Love that is so sacrificial, Love that one can seldom find.

In the mist above the water and the sky, yet one can see,
The spirit of the Princess, down the 'Old Road', flying free.

W. Diane Van Zwol©

Water color painting of Kakabeka Falls, Ontario (Canada) by Greg Zelinski

Artwork reproduction by TDI Systems (Ontario)