Long Snowmobile Poems

I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd ruffle her feathers and preen, as she perched redly upon...

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Alaskan wilderness, a beautiful sight, holds grave danger when you go it alone.
It was freezing cold one night when Frank’s unwanted adventure began. 
He had left early that Sunday morn, before an unexpected blizzard moved...

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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;
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February and its much-vaunted chill
comes down with vengeance, and does what it will,
this lake that in summer jams full with boats
is now frozen over, nothing can float.

Most people stay home at this time of year,
and...

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My blimp is on the fritz again
The hovercraft just popped
I surely cannot take the car
That’s jacked up in the shop

The bus won’t come out to my house
There’s no train tracks nearby
But I must make it...

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What is Christmas to you?

Oxen's stall-or-shopping mall,
Mangers with hay-or-non-working day.
Angels at night-or-tinsels and lights,
Shining star-or-credit card.

Shepherds guarding their flock-or-what can be in that shiny red box.
A gift of gold-or-gold to hold.
Peace within-or-a tie again.
Wise men...

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All my worldly possessions were sold
an adventure to north Alaska to find gold,

way past the Yukon river, provisions bought,
snowmobile loaded, riches to be sought,

following route of miners of the gold rush
just barren cold desert of...

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(song lyrics)
Verse 1:
Now I can’t go fishin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my rod and reel
Can’t go snow-racin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my snowmobile
And I got flaws - that’s for sure - and sometimes run amuck
But the final...

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It was a cold and dreary Christmas Eve, 
the snow was deep so I couldn’t leave.
I was feeling sad and a little down, 
most of my folks don’t live in town.
I thought that maybe I...

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Snow-clad slope, small clearing in the spruces,
green needles, grizzled white, frame this cabin
on a pitch skiers would salivate for,
the view reminiscent of Bierstadt.

Five mile walk to where I parked my truck,
take the snowmobile down but...

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First Frost of the Season
By Reg Rhodes




September 1st; the first frost of the season.
The coolness in the air inspires my imagination.

What new adventures will the Rocky Mountain winter bring?
How much snow will fall before spring?

350...

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We got really dumped on yesterday

Was hoping we would miss out on this one

But must remember, this is Canada!

The land of ice and snow and parkas and snow shoes

At least that's the general perception

We have...

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Sheets of nimbus cumulus, a damaging blue gathering colour mix
A grey filler sky as no birds seem to waver within a angered skyline
Beyond ahead, is spects of glass, artistic flakes choosing its place to stay?
Whitest...

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I never studied the downed limbs before Sandy. 
I was savoring the muscle burn from herringboning my way up a hill or fretting over a ping in my back, the price of macho competitions in...

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I did a show in this tiny town called Longyearbyen. We went snowmobiling around Svalbard and saw Arctic foxes, snow bunting, polar bear footprints and almost got lost in a blizzard.

Bill Bailey

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soft morning glow
through a veil of clouds

a look out the window
shows all roads are closed

a blanket of white
covers contours of ground

big flakes snow still fall

a twinge of panic felt at first
I’m left to myself

the busy...

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COOL FEVER

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