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We came upon it by accident
While following a trail along the
length of the island.
A small graveyard on a granite hill above the river
With generous stones marking the places where the
unforgotten lay
Well-tended with patches of island flowers
Those small orange colored ones that
fade so quickly when picked
One of those intensely blue days on the St. Lawrence
when river and sky are nearly one
That is why the epitaph on one small stone
has never left my memory
Describing the short life of a young boy with the words:
“He loved it here”.