To the editor:
Last week Chantal Eustace wrote about what it means to be a Bowen Islander. I have been here since January 9, 1989.
Coming home to Bowen, moving out of time, finding peace and beauty, in this sacred shrine.
Green is our island, blue the Salish Sea, by the coastal mountains, as far as we can see.
Trees are our refuge, they are our dome, only in their shadow, are we really home.
Peaceful our children, grow in this realm, learn respect for nature, in their parents arms.
Imke Zimmermann, 92
