10/03/2026
Komo Kulshan wakes with fiery breath,
Releasing a dreadful dragon from the depths,
It has broken forth, and I do guess,
Will come to devour us all…
The village now grows grim and dark,
As the dragon devours the cedar bark,
Setting fire to the woods and plains,
Polluting the rivers and burning the grains
Today, a child of purest heart,
Must travel through the blighted land
And to the dragon give their hand.
We who on earth do dwell,
Must call upon St Michael!
Tamed shall you, oh Dragon be,
And we from darkness now are free,
Now instead of turning crops to dust,
Their fires bake the bread for us,
For there is beauty in the Dragon’s roar,
And so, the swords we need no more.
🐉🔥🗡️
Every autumn, as the days shorten, we gather around the old tale of St. Michael and the dragon, a story people have turned to for generations when darkness feels close and hope runs thin. At our Michaelmas festival last week, the grades classes performed a beloved annual pageant that our teachers have reimagined, rooted in our place and our moment, with a fiery dragon (the volcanic mountain Komo Kulshan) whose shadow falls over the fishers of the Salish Sea and the farmers working the land below.
In the end, it is not a hero alone but the whole community, working side by side, who tame the dragon and turn its fire into the warmth and harvest that feed us all. 🔥🐉