The Popham Pine

Ode To The Popham Pine

The Tree Queen lives on the south shore,
A lone, majestic fir
A lodestar welcoming her guests 
Her wisdom to confer.

Tall, strong, elegant — a regal
Exhibition of grace.
Her boughs, like arms, spread wide to share
Her welcoming embrace.

The things you’ve seen, the stories heard,
the secrets so profound.
Are you sharing them with me when
You make that soughing sound?

I am sorry you were ravaged
And now much shorter stand.
Fear not! Your new stature cannot
Diminish your command.

Your photo friends will sit with you, 
Preparing to explore,
Absorbing your serenity,
Your tribe forevermore. 

Your broken branches cast aside
a carcas to inform;
Demonstrating to visitors
The power of the storm.

The “Popham Pine” — as it is known to park regulars — is a Presqu’ile waymark.  It is the lone surviving fir in the meadow on the south shore.  No one seems to know how the name came about because, actually, it is not a pine at all, but a White Spruce.

With a picnic table in its shade or very close by, The Popham Pine is a favourite gathering place preparatory to birding and photography explorations.  Gathered ‘round the table, many a “fish story” has been told about bird and wildlife sightings.  Photography tips and tricks have been exchanged (even a lens or two).  Many a cuppa has been shared and the bonds of friendship strengthened.  

In Greek mythology, the humble Spruce symbolizes resilience and strength.  Ironic really, because during the catastrophic wind storm on 16th November 2020, when gusts reached 100 km per hour in Presqu’ile Provincial Park, our beloved tree snapped in half and, ‘though the park bio team is endeavouring to save it, its future is now grim.  The skeletal remains of its top laying nearby, a visceral reminder of the power of mother nature.  

Our poor broken Popham Pine Spruce now symbolizes, to us who know her, the impermanence of everything.

Long may she live!  

‘Til next time, y’all…