Galleons Lap
Sixty-something trees form an enchanted circle here at the
top of the Forest. For an instant, you glimpsed a little boy
and his Bear playing amongst the trees.
But the vision is replaced with the stark reality of the
majestic silence of the circle, empty save for an aged
stone plaque, its inscription weathered and barely visible.
A worn grass patch in front of the stone lends testimony
to the faith of a little Bear, long after his Boy had
stopped doing Nothing so much any more.
