Best Denali Poems

Travel with me to a nature lover's dream
Denali's grandeur is the unfolding theme
Expansive vistas paint a wondrous scene
Snow covered peaks look quite so pristine.

Morning sun...

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My silky ivory coat keeps me warm in the artic climate,
my keen senses search for prey in the Alaskan wilderness-
When I encounter the mighty mount...

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The journey began in Kigali,
but came to an end at Denali:
it started off Rocky,
but downed with some Sake,
grilled moose makes the perfect tamale.
...

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Alaska; the wilderness state, the last frontier:
Where majestic mountains,
Deliver streams into flowing rivers:
Down slopes covered in forests
Of Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock,
That dominates the landscape.
The...

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Alaska The Rarest Gem


                     Salmon...

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For there is freedom on 
top of the mount,
as I quench my thirst
from the Niagara Falls fount.
I have seen the Rockies 
and the Appalachians,
on journeys...

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When entering the epicenter that is our kitchen
I immediately sensed the seismic activity
My ears tuned to the argument that was ensuing
the growing magnitude on the...

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When I seen her, I knew I had to make her mine
She comes a family with a knack for design
She is put together so very...

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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am,...

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AS I WAS WALKING IN THE SNOW

As I was walking in the snow of prints,
blanket mystery of Denali squints.
      ...

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Of all the places I set forth to see,
Alaska is the one I love the best.
The pristine ambiance of white, for me,
presents a calmness of...

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From Talkeetna by bush plane to a frozen bog 
under the white gaze of Denali.
“Snow’ll be too soft to land this afternoon,” 
our pilot says....

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At nineteen, 
  I wanted to live in Colorado

Till that first weekend I spent
  in Cheyenne

At twenty-five
  I wanted to live in...

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The first flickers of Alaska were lectured -
a mossy ground that upon footfall
created a commotion,
a locomotion of mosquitos -
not average but bat-like.
What young person wouldn’t...

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Now that I develop the gift of expression
What do I write about?
Now, creativity succeeds in succession,
why do I feel doubt?

I don't know how to write...

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