Long Chinook Poems

I'm fondly reminded of touring Europe our housing quarters and daycare i worked were under planned attacks blessing the attack meant for women and children would strike celebration of black September the attacked touched down...

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’Twas the night before Christmas Eve and it started to snow
And a raw bone chilling north wind was starting to blow
Mrs Claus and Santa were relaxing with a glass of mulled wine
Santa said, "I hope...

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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 name Alaska originates
From the Aleut word ‘Alyeska,’
Meaning the ‘mainland’ or...

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The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime
that produces a bewildering humidity even for November
and a panoply of tree types that canopy the mossy turfs
from a sky that...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, all children were in bed
Elves were loading the sleigh, for Santa's big night ahead
A heavy fall of fresh snow had now covered the ground
The whole world was hushed, there wasn't...

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If you stick your neck out for a friend, you’re likely to lose your head.
A friend is a potential enemy in disguise as a loving wife just before vowing ties.
Friends are of all kinds but...

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There’s many a tale that spreads across the night
when the sun o’er the plains yields to campfire light. 
Tales about cowboys, who once roamed the plains, 
scratching a living using their rope and reins

A few...

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I turned away and faced the crashing white rapids. My
evergreen hunting dress whipped in the wind with my
copper hair.

I took a deep breath and jumped. I felt the spray
before the crushing force of the furious...

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All we eat is elk meat, boiled elk, roasted elk, elk jerky
sometimes fried elk if we get bear or whale oil,
oh, and sometimes elk soup,
for four months we've subsisted exclusively on elk
except for occassional dog...

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fo'c·'sle    /'fohksel/  noun  deriv: forecastle
      1. the forward part of a ship below the deck, traditionally used as the crew's living quarters.
   ...

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I walk an already trodden path...
Uncertain, of future lives that lie ahead

But, in faith I close these earthly Ojibwa eyes
In trill, thus, I hear the old ways in your presence amidst Chinook winds
As harmonic they...

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Born in the mid west, a long time ago
in the sunflower state where the prairie grass grows
she would spend many days, sharing stories and dreams
Tho' my own feet have never been blessed to step near...

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As part of planning this trip—-for one night we were set to reside
in a tiny house in Alberta, Canada…that came with a teepee on the side.

This tiny house had all the amenities we needed…much to...

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The Long House

Precontact	            Our sky is incense
                 ...

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Fort Clatsop is up and true,
50 feet square, with a smokehouse, pallisades, barracks and two gateways
furnished from the aromatic and reliable wood of the great Fir trees,
we keep busy by scraping elk hides for clothes,...

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Kananaskis is 
four-fifths a line of  haiku
Kananaskis is

With spring’s sudden warmth
serial avalanches thunder
one triggers the next 

Winter’s snow melting 
laughing, leaping, running to 
valley far below

Green slopes banded red
dying lodgepole pine,  memories	
of last...

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 If I were a baby’s breath 
I’d be the sigh
that bends the wheat as dawn slips by
a gentle chinook that softly speaks
a river’s pause….. before it breaks
the soulful love itself remakes.

If I were the...

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thunder rumbles
               constantly
                  ...

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The trip was a riot of color,
It brings a myriad of queries,
Fantastic tales of utter darkness,
Views' visible roots were explored. 

Mainsail surges,
pungent froth carried wave tips while,
blast swings moaning openly.

superb mountains,
Convey streams into streaming rivers,
Down...

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The old red barn seems to grow up through the dust and brown
Along the vague dirt road that mars the sage.....

The rhythm played by rain for wait of seeds, still echoes here
Erect and proud, it...

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Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said
as she tucked me in real tight and kissed my sleepy  head
you will see stars of bright and little angels baking bread
there upon...

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A Little Boy’s gun with a barometric trigger,
showed a Fat Man how to
blot out an Empire’s rising sun.
Proliferation’s need pushed
Sellafield and Kyshtym to trip chasing Manhattan.
Twenty two years later and just
three miles south of Middleton,
failed...

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COLLEVILLE  SUR  MER

In uneasy rest
He faces west.
They all face west to America  -
So far away from this beach,
So very far out of reach.

He no longer feels the chinook
Nor the glance of mother’s...

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When the new harvest Moon,
shines in the night sky.
The orange pumpkin fruits,
are ready for pie.
The standing feed corn,
hasn't quite dried.
The warm days recede,
summers passed by.
When the new harvest moon,
shines in the night sky.

When the mid...

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THAW     AT    CROWSNEST     PASS  

Huge mountains massed and  cliffs  sheer.  It’s  March
And endless  blue  sky  cold...

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