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  The following epic poem was written by a 10 year old boy in 1960 at Holy Redeemer School in Sudbury, Ontario. His only regret was he never showed it to his teacher and only made it public in 2008. The title is simply:

        "The Sudbury Basin"

She was born in the void of space and fell to Earth eons ago, in a time and place that was her destiny.
       
The Sudbury Basin has outlived mountain ranges, seen the tropical waters of the equator break against her rim and witnessed the passing of the dinosaurs.

        The Basin has survived countless ice ages, been a part of the oldest rock formation on the planet and was nestled among the greatest forest that ever flourished on the land.

She witnessed the building of the Great Pyramid, seen the rise and fall of the Roman Empire and was there when her little sister fell to Earth.

The Sudbury Basin waivers to nothing not man, not the elements of nature or time itself.
       
Today, she stands proudly as she has done since the beginning of time.

She was there when our planet was a child and she will be there when our planet takes its last breath.

The Sudbury Basin has left us a timeless identity that stands in wonderment, at the summit of all landmarks on our planet.


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  Intriguing Mysteries from the
  Sudbury District
  
Mystery Grave Site

This mystery takes us deep into the forest north of Capreol. The author of this website was an avid treasure hunter for many years. One summer day in the early 70s, he was on one of his treasure hunting expeditions, about 40 miles northwest of  Capreol.

He was there in search of gold. However, with no luck on this particular day, he was cutting across forested hills late in the afternoon on his way out to his truck. Maybe it was by chance or destiny, but on this late summer day, the author’s path led him to a surprise encounter. There deep in the heavily forest hills was a small meadow with grass, a creek, a few maple and some poplar trees. About twenty feet from the creek and located in the center of the meadow was a grave site.

The site was elevated about twelve inches from the surrounding forest floor and was covered with a combination of grass, sand and small plants. The grave was small and protected by a metal pipe, which formed a rectangle around the site. At the head of the grave was a tombstone and etched into it were the following words, which over the years made it some what difficult to read.

            In Memory of my two children: Sara, 1861 – 1867,
            John 1862 – 1867. Sleep in Peace.

It was the loneliness and isolation of the grave site that made the author stop and reflect on who these two children could have been. 1867 was a long time ago and how they came to be at this place was a mystery in itself.

As we go through life, things happen that become etched in ones memory. For the author this was one of those times. On that particular day the author did not find any treasure but he found something much more valuable. The identity of those two children will always remain a mystery, but he carries with him a mental picture of that peaceful place, where two small children lay buried.