The Legend of the Last Tribe at Little Pond (Center Sandwich, NH)

30 Jun

An angel flying closer to land and seeing, from its view, a better direction

for completing their mission —continued with more traveling

for the possibility to land in the space of extinction,

where new growth can sprout.


The tribe, now down to only the chiefs, children, and wives,

trudged in complete innocence, as in birth,

towards ZoralinQ. Carrying with them this incredible link.


When suddenly, they found on the path, their feet on an edge

holding the link at arm’s length above an abyss.

Questioned among them, received no answers.


Nothing new, What possible course?

So, they all decided to grab the existing link

To become the angel landing,


for the possibility to land in the space of extinction,

where new growth can sprout.


“To this day, I often hear their chant,” an old fisherman says,

“usually in the twilight of a waning moon”.

photo and wood carving R.K. Garon


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17 responses to “The Legend of the Last Tribe at Little Pond (Center Sandwich, NH)

  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    July 4, 2018 at 12:29 am

    A fascinating vision.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sarah Russell

    July 2, 2018 at 11:20 pm

    Love this intriguing, unsettling, yet hopeful picture, ZQ.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. annell4

    July 2, 2018 at 8:51 am

    I think it is so….

    Liked by 1 person

  4. sanaarizvi

    July 2, 2018 at 7:16 am

    Oh this is wonderfully engaging!💜

    Liked by 1 person

  5. mhmp77

    July 2, 2018 at 12:53 am


    for the possibility to land in the space of extinction,
    where new growth can sprout.

    Sometimes one just have to hope for the best without possibility of influencing the outcome!


    Liked by 1 person


    July 1, 2018 at 10:46 pm

    So quirky. You gotta smile.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. magicalmysticalteacher

    July 1, 2018 at 10:34 pm

    Hearing that chant is not something that happens to just anyone…

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Magaly Guerrero

    July 1, 2018 at 9:35 pm

    May the landing be soft and the soil rich…

    Liked by 1 person

  9. dsnake1

    July 1, 2018 at 9:13 pm

    imaginative tale. sounds to me like a people putting down roots. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  10. ZQ

    July 1, 2018 at 9:04 pm

    Don’t fret :o]


  11. Audrey M Howitt

    July 1, 2018 at 9:00 pm

    This feels sad and hopeful–I so enjoy your imagery!

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Mary

    July 1, 2018 at 5:38 pm

    Oh I do hope that there will be a place where new growth can sprout!

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Vivian Zems

    July 1, 2018 at 5:15 pm

    I like the idea of angels landing on infertile soil…making it fertile once more. An imaginative write!

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    July 1, 2018 at 4:12 pm

    I feel this so much… will the day come when we all are trying to settle, but being cursed to go on.

    Liked by 1 person

  15. hypercryptical

    July 1, 2018 at 3:08 pm

    Sorry ZQ, although I like, I am not sure I understand. I must have my thick head on!
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Sherry Marr

    July 1, 2018 at 10:24 am

    Such an intriguing tale on the way to ZoralinQ. I especially love the four closing lines.

    Liked by 1 person

  17. Paul F. Lenzi

    June 30, 2018 at 11:47 pm


    Liked by 1 person


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