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      I am a photographer of wildlife and I was on an expedition,
to capture the wilderness of North Alaska and the life of Inupiact Eskimo's;
            Alaska is full of rich history and natural wonders to discover,
last year I had photographed the monasteries of Spruce Island;
                   we were a group of three snowmobiles with a guide.

      We started out early in the morning with great excitement,
and soon we were in a vast space of pure white snow that went forever;
            stopping at around noon for lunch and hot steaming coffee,
when I went to start my snowmobile it sputtered but finally it roared;
                but a few miles on it croaked and came to a dead stop.

      The rest of the group came back and we tried to get it started,
but it was hopeless, I knew there was  a trapper's cabin in about 200 miles,
            and I told the group to go there for help and I would stay,
there was some protest, but I insisted I was not leaving my equipment;
                  so they set off leaving me with provisions and light.

      Soon it was dark and much colder, I settled down in a tent,
I felt warm and cozy and somewhat safe, only the wind kept me company;
           until I heard some snorting noises and felt a forbidding feeling,
peaking out I saw a huge black bear rummaging through my things;
                  I did what any photographer would do, I took photos.

      And in time the bear got bored and left as quickly as he had come,
in the dawn I began my wait, and I waited and waited and soon gave up;
            by the second day, I knew something must have happened,
so I decided to set out on foot to a nearby summer abode, 100 miles away,
                  the food was gone and I was drinking the cold snow.

      I don't even know how long it took me but I saw the cabin at last,
but it was not uninhabited as smoke curled from the chimney above;
            somehow I was there banging on the door and it opened up wide,
and there stood the most beautiful man I ever saw and I fell into his arms;
                   it was instant love- now I live with him (a photographer too!) 

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December 24, 2016

Poetry/Epic/Alaskan Expedition
Copyright Protected, ID 16-860-585-0
All Right Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

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