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I trudge along the forest path,
wicker basket in hand,
bathed in the glow of a fading sun.
Above me, the stars stitch stories of youth—
Beaver, Turtle, Buffalo—smiling down.

They are the last untouched things,
preserved by distance, kept safe by time.
Distance was their best friend.
I step into a clearing, suntanned
fingers skimming the overgrown grass.

I set my basket down,
lifting my arms to the endless sky.
What did we ask for?
Only home—
the rivers, the trees, the stars...

Everything I ever wanted
was to sit beside my nukumi,
wrapped in quiet stillness,
watching the constellations
before they slipped too far away.

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Natalia Comeau

Grade: 11 / Sec. V
Charles P. Allen High School
Bedford, NS

Bio

Natalia Comeau is a grade 11 student from Halifax, Canada. She has been reading literature and poetry from a young age and has always loved writing. Her poetry inspirations come from her indigenous and polish roots. Writing poetry in her opinion is the most artistic and vulnerable way of conveying messages and opinions to readers.

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