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Mike Puhallo Poem
Way back in the nineteen thirties,
they where mighty hard to beat.
The Hockey team from Alkali Lake,
Who would not accept defeat.
You know there wasn't very many of them ,
so they could not often change their line,
The other teams had about twenty guys,
Alkali just nine.
Mathew Dick , he was the goalie,
Clemine and Johnson played defense,
Sylista was their center,
and man he was intense.
Pat Chelsea and Alfred Sandy ,
Where Sylista's two main wingers
Joe Dan, Gaby Jack and Sqinahan
where back up the second Stringers.
They went by team and wagon,
gone at least three days for every game.
No matter who they played that year,
it ended up the same.
In ragged wore out uniforms,
and old skates with buckskin laced.
They where the Champions of the Cariboo
and whipped every team they faced!
They even went down the coast,
and played against the best.
and lost that series by just one goal,
against the All Stars of the West!
Just nine young Indian Cowboys,
Who came from Alkali,
But boy, they could play hockey,
Put on them skates and Fly.
The New York Rangers, tried to hire Sylista,
But their deal he wouldn't take,
He said "Might be, I already got a job,
I cowboy for Alkali Lake."
Copyright © Mike Puhallo | Year Posted 2005
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Mike Puhallo Poem
There was derelict old Steam engine,
I played on when I was ten,
I'd hear that lonesome whistle blow,
and the old west would live again,
I rode with Billy Miner's gang,
To rob The CPR,
Climbed onboard that rusty engine,
hollering "Shorty, check the baggage car!"
I wonder if the ghost of ol' Bill Miner,
ever watched us at our play,
Small boys re-enacting ,
a near forgotten day.
Forty years and more have passed...
I still hear that lonesome whistle blow
My pony snorts impatiently ,
She knows it's time to go.
"Pull up your masks and draw your pistols!"
We come around the engine at a run,
Three riders on fast horses,
flashing hooves and blazing gun.
That very same old engine,
I played on as a child,
Now hauls tourists back in time,
to when the West was wild.
Old railroad men and cowboys ,
re-enact a bygone day,
While the grinning ghost of Billy Miner,
watches us at play.
Copyright © Mike Puhallo | Year Posted 2005
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