The story of this poem as told by our client Gary:

Once, I had a colleague at work across the hall, and we got to know each other pretty well. We both had a fondness for northern Minnesota, and eventually, during one of our many conversations, we realized we both had cabins on the same lake. Such a coincidence!

One day, sadly, this friend of mine suffered a stroke and massive heart attack. His son ended up coming to work to clean out my friend’s office. In the process he tossed out some old stuff, including a poem by an unknown Canadian author, that my friend and I both really liked. I rescued the poem however, and read it to my friend in the hospital. He was in a coma, but it seemed he could hear me anyway. Later, we used the poem at my father’s funeral.

My mother had an artist make a watercolor of the poem done in calligraphy. I have the original and each of the family has copies. At this point, The Poem of the North by this unknown Canadian author, has become a family tradition with great sentimental value to us all.

Any information someone might have about the author would be greatly appreciated.