Baynes Sound is an offshoot of the Strait of Georgia that ebbs and flows between Denman Island and Vancouver Island. It is named after British Rear Admiral Robert L. Baynes, who commanded the British Pacific Squadron from 1857 to 1860 before Canada officially became an independent country. It stretches from Chrome Island in the South to Tree Island in the North. The sound is 40 km long and is 3.5 km wide at its widest point, with an average width is less than 2 kms. It is guarded by Arrowsmith Mountain to the South and Mount Washington to the North with the Beaufort Range in-between. Everywhere you go there is the sea, the mountains and the rainforest. They form a piece of heaven on Earth. Together have created the vortex of my creative thought and the spiritual growth that are reflected in this collection of poems.
Echoes from Baynes Sound
I hear them rising with the sun on Baynes Sound,
the voices of things past and things yet to come.
They echo through the valleys amplifying as they cross the sea.
They awaken my senses to absorb the first morning light
that shift from shades of gray into all he colors of the rainbow.
There is a cold damp chill stirring the pregnant air of spring.
The sea lions agitate and nudge each other to the herring hunt.
They bark dog-like, a sound like a fish-bone caught in their throats.
These fat fellows greedily urge each other on to renew the search,
a desperation to store enough fat to feed the pups that will follow.
The robins, much more gentle, sing a quiet song.
The towees tuwee emanates a sense of elation.
The norther flickers labor away with a tap, tap, tap.
The crows, never happy, complain about everything,
as the ravens laugh at their absurd habit of chasing eagles.
I am silent, listening mindfully,
absorbing the sweet sounds of my adopted world.
Baynes Sound ushers in a perfect peace;
it brings a stillness to my anxious mind,
a feast of peace to my hungry soul.