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Journey to Spirit Mountain

Minter Bridge Road to Burkhalter Lane
Alpaca farms dot the hilly terrain, baby llamas
Wear thick curly fur, until the shears come
They look really funny when the fur is all gone

From the top of Chehalem, a significant drop down
Now into Newberg a quaint little town
Velvet moss cloaks the ivy in emerald green
Entwined through a forest of Juniper trees

On to Spirit Mountain, Grand Rhonde’s old legend
Where old spirits dwell, their holiness beckons
It’s best to go slow in a horse powered engine, that
Would have impressed the Pony Express, the
Ghosts of Rogue River's tribes of Kalapuya
Smoking peace pipes in wigwams
On the banks of Nestucca 






KA/ 2003

Note:  A place where you can truly feel the old spirits dwell. Kalapuya (Calapooya) means “wealthy way of life”. A semi-nomadic people who lived in permanent winter villages (near present day Portland, Oregon) and traded with their neighbors of Northern California, Oregon Coast and Columbia River tribes.


Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013


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Alpaca

Oh my Alpaca
Has purple spots
You can see them when he trots
I'll take his wool to make a sweater
Then we'll both have purple spots


Copyright © stephanie Heward | Year Posted 2009


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My Ten Grands and More

One of my grandsons, name of Benjamin He likes eating toast made with cinnamon But uses his wits To not eat his grits Then excuses himself like a gentleman Charlie thrives on competition Out smarting you is his mission Bear hugs Tiny bugs, And “stick to it” repitition William’s impish smile is contagious The attention he wants is outrageous That slobbery kiss He can’t let you miss Borders on being sanctimonious The little princess is Laura Nance She wears frilly, girlish underpants She loves a warm lap Cartoons and a nap Getting attention with a coy glance Joseph loves learning karate He seldom is rude or naughty A steady grind Kicking behind Finding wisdom beats the haughty There is much to say of Caroline She is definitely DNA of mine Quietly aggressive Lovingly possessive She calculates when to toe the line Jackson just started to first grade I’m sure he has more game plans made Like the rest Mom knows best His lunch is PBJ and marmalade Colin just finished his S.A.T. I’m sure he did better than me Sharp as a tack Knows how to rack The pool balls to break wimpily. Derek made the junior varsity The “main man” he would seem to be. Fit to be tied, Praise not denied, He’s still that six foot little boy to me. Ryan—such a smart young man I teach him a card trick when I can He learned how to play Challenged me one day Skunked me then got up and ran Three dogs, alpaca and a kit Where in my family do they fit My pseudo grands By a daughter’s hands Who admires them more than a bit © 02 Dec 2010 Charles Henderson


Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010


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as alpaca sleep

lying on her hill top knoll
the great Pyrenees half dreams  
doing what she was born to 
as alpaca sleep


Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011


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Holidays

The holidays are at an end
Lots of money we did spend
With trips away
Out for the day 
Lots of fun
In the rare English sun 

Day on a farm with lots of hens
And alpaca and  pigs in there pens 
A butterfly sanctuary with moths too
Showing wings that were bright blue

A trip to the beach 
And play in the sea
Splashing in the water
My sister and me 

A visit to the grandparents 
With lots of treats
A trip to the cinema 
With popcorn and sweets 

A Barbeque at nanny's we then had
We helped cook with our grandad
Burgers and hot dogs and salad to eat
This was daddy's birthday treat 

Dinosaur hunting we did go 
Being careful and going slow 
All the tracks we had to follow 
Finding bones that were hollow

A train ride we had was exciting 
The whistle blow was quite  frightening
Back to Wiltshire was our trip
Mind the gap please don't slip

Now back at mummies 
With stories to tell 
Our summer holidays 
Have been real swell

Back to school in our new gear
Top of the class have no fear
With reading and writing 
And lots to do 

I'm real glad I'm back to school 
Holidays are over but fun was had 
Great adventures with Mum and my Dad 





Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2016


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soft rain

Soft Rain 

I like rain, not hard, angry rain with an attitude
who, was neglected by the mother cloud, and 
angrily show its hate towards those who had 
nothing to do with its misbegotten infanthood. 
No I´m thinking of soft rain that is like a caress,
a kiss of eternities promises.

And nature is still, this is a moment of rapture 
a longing for so long denied blissfully fulfilled.
The dampness of my skullcap and my alpaca
jacket is so soft that it almost feels like oil, but
I know I´m just a spectator under an umbrella 
who ought to go home and lit the fire. 


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012


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The Country in Me--redux

Muscadine grape vine
entwine...smell of bovine
forest edge
sedge
briars growing down the line.

I love the country
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree

Watermelon field
hi yield...Alpaca deal
stocked lakes
drakes
the red barn I want to build

I love the country 
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree.

Catalpa worm tree
honeybee...works free
rain drops
crops
I love the country in me.

June 17, 2012 


Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2012


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BELOW THE GLASS CEILING an ode

Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush 
and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their prim 
alpaca aproned skirt.They cleaned 'his' tub,emptied 'her' commode,a regular 
chore in a housemaid's daily load.Must rise at six but never to mix and no matter 
what,keep a stiff upper lip.Never lose your cool,a formal curtsey the perpetual 
rule.Half day off once per month,so free to roam and catch the omnibus home.No 
other opportunities in store except a marriage at eighteen or before.Upstairs and 
down stairs ,no in between,starting out at just thirteen and just there to please as Master and his Lady take their ease.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017


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the pianist

The Pianist 
I flick through the TV channels. It is football
and football, except on Fox News, but they
are so insane there I rather watch sport. 
I played the picturesque game once as defender
but I grew up and it was at the same time
as I stopped believing in god and that he looked
like the pianists in Alfred´s cafe.
I have often missed the pianist, not long ago I
saw him in Faro, followed him along the promenade 
I fell over a pollard; he helped me up and said: 
“Once and for all I´m not your father.”  
I once saw my father on the bus, he was an enigma
a shell that gave nothing away except being drunk.
 Totally unlike the pianist who wears a beret, alpaca 
jacket and a yellow silk scarf.


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014


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I love the Country in Me

Muscadine grape vine
entwine...smell of bovine
forest edge
sedge
briars growing down the line.

I love the country
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree

Watermelon field
hi yield...Alpaca deal
stocked lakes
drakes
the red barn I want to build

I love the country 
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree.

Catalpa worm tree
honeybee...works free
rain drops
crops
I love the country in me.

©   Mar 19 2010      Charles Henderson


Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010


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Storm diary- the beast from the east


My cupboards are stacked with provisions,
six flavours of soup, plus baked beans,
thick socks and thick shirts for this amber alert
though I am not quite sure what that means.
The torch has got spare sets of batteries,
saucepans, jugs and the bath are all full,
emergency flares, logs stacked under the stairs
and Long Johns made from Alpaca wool.
I'm in bed beneath several blankets,
and trying to get off to sleep,
but it really is hard when I know in the yard
that the snow there is two inches deep.

( 'The Beast from the East' is the name that the meteorologists and the
media have given to the current cold front sweeping in from Siberia)



Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2018


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SEEN BUT NOT HEARD

Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush 
and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their prim 
alpaca aproned skirt.They cleaned 'his' tub,emptied 'her' commode,a regular 
chore in a housemaid's daily load.Must rise at six but never to mix and no matter 
what,keep a stiff upper lip.Never lose your cool,a formal curtsey the perpetual 
rule.Half day off once per month,so free to roam and catch the omnibus home.No 
other opportunities in store except a marriage at eighteen or before.Upstairs and 
down stairs ,no in between,starting out at just thirteen and just there to please as 
Master and his Lady take their ease.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007


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What Use is a Llama

Consider the neck-ed creature known as the llama
A species of alpaca that lives in zoos or dioramas

Some llamas look like camels, others like sheep
Tho I've never seen one shephereded by Little-Bo-Peep

As for me, I really haven't much use for llamas
Unless I need a pair of brown woolen pajamas






Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018


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when alfred was witty

When Alfred was witty 

Alfred, the pianist who insist he is not my father
Told me he could walk on water, 
to prove it we went to where the water is shallow
he sank slowly, legs, torso and his head
I was not unduly worried, 
at the bottom, he walked back to shore
and I gave him back his alpaca and French Beret, but I said nothing
he hadn`t stepped on water only walked on it.
He borrowed my shoes to get home I; his son had to walk barefoot
and he never returned my shoes


Copyright © jan hansen | Year Posted 2018