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My Winter Activity by Christine Baye - Age 16
Winter's around,
We run an' bound;
Packing all the snow.
A gangline there,
A harness where?
And we're good to go.
The pups did race,
Quick to their place,
So pull was their aim,
And when we start,
Their soul and heart,
The put in their game.
And for their work,
Not one will shirk,
In this kind of play.
And we return,
For they did earn,
Their food and rest today.
Animal/Rock a Diamante by Christine Baye - Age 16
Animal
Smart, Able
Eating, Moving, Growing
Sitting, Staying, Nothing
Still, Quiet
Rock
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On The River by PJ
The wind in my hair
The sun in my eyes
The fish underneath
The birds in the skies
The ebb and flow
The world slipping by
The slice of the blade
As evening draws nigh
I pull into shore
When losing the light
I speak to the Earth
It is a good night
Poetry
Ballad of A Musher's Wife by Lauri Evanitski
The cabin’s too quiet,
The yard is too still,
Till finally my husband
Comes over the hill.
Soon huskies are howling,
Awaiting their food,
My husband is shouting,
But not to be rude.
He speaks to the dogs,
Calming their souls,
He walks round the yard,
Filling their bowls.
Soon chores are all done,
The dogs settled in,
My husband now comes
Inside with a grin.
“The dogs did real good,”
He says with a smile,
“It seemed we were flying,
“Mile after mile.”
He sits at the table
And tells me what’s new,
As his beard starts to thaw
And drips in the stew.
His manners seem rough,
He barks once or twice,
He growls and nips,
Then wants to play “Nice”.
To the dog house I’d send him,
Outside in the snow,
But then I think twice,
Cause he’d probably go!
The kids gather round
And he fills their heads
With fantastic stories
Then send them to bed.
A dip in the hot tub,
Under the ‘Lights’,
Then in front of the fire,
We snuggle all night.
He Walked Through Town by John Timothy - Age 12
Calmly and peacefully he walked through the town
Calmly and peacefully without making a sound
He walked by a shop and he calmed down a riot
Simply by walking and being quiet
When he walked near me I did not utter a word
“But what was the point?” I thought, “Who would have heard?”
A man so subtle everyone stared
A man so humble who would have cared
But then he stopped – no one stirred
He looked at me and said “I would have heard.” Then he turned
Calmly and peacefully he walked through the town
Calmly and peacefully without making a sound
Poetry
by Amanda Dudley
by Christine Baye
by PJ
by PJ
by PJ
by PJ
By John Timothy
by John Timothy
A Haiku by PJ
by PJ
by Christine Baye
by Christine Baye
by John Timothy
by Lauri Evanitski
by PJ
by Christine Baye
by Christine Baye
The Absent Minded Paddler by Christine Baye - Age 16
I go out to the car and put my pack into the trunk.
The canoe is on the roof and my GPS is sunk.
My fishing pole and other gear clutter up the back.
My PFD is on the seat beside my midday snack.
I drive out to the dock, put my boat into the bay.
I load up all my gear and I push myself away.
Everything is nice and quiet, not a clink or rattle.
This would have been the perfect day …
… if I had brought the paddle.Spring to Spring by Christine Baye - Age 16
A year is a circle of all different seasons
Now starting with spring we’ll make a new place
All things have their own particular reasons
The sun will now rise and show it’s bright face
The rain will pour down and let the plants drink
The streams will now flow and go on there way
The buds will now open with yellow and pink
The bunnies and kids will come out to play
The blossoms of trees will crumble and die
The berries will ripen and stocks will grow tall
The clouds will empty and then a blue sky
The fruit is now full and eaten by all
The wind starts to blow an water will drop
The leaves splash their colour and blanket the ground
The farmers are out to bring in their crop
The vegetables are up and frost spread around
The temperature and snow have finally fell
The trees are now bare and water is ice
The foxes and hares are all doing well
The ones who now live here have weather that’s nice
A year is a circle of all different seasons
Now starting with spring we’ll make a new place
All things have their own particular reasons
The sun will now rise and show it’s bright face
My Dog by PJ
My dog is my faithful friend, loyal and true,
He lifts up my spirits when I’m feeling blue.
His love’s unconditional in all that I do,
He knows without fail that I love him too.
When he was a puppy we both learned a lot,
Like how to be selfless, give more than we got.
We both made mistakes but patience was taught,
To just be together was all that we sought.
As we grew older, adventures we shared,
We both stuck together despite how we fared.
We stayed side by side in whatever we dared,
Our confidence strong for we knew that we cared.
Now we are old and adventures are past,
We’re both slowing down although time’s moving fast.
Upon our fond memories our thoughts are cast,
We’re happy together and will be to the last.
My dog is my faithful friend, loyal and true,
He lifts up my spirits when I’m feeling blue.
His love’s unconditional in all that I do,
He knows without fail that I love him too.
The Long Trail A Haiku by PJ
The long trail winds on
Around each corner we peer
The team runs as one
The Way of The Wind by John Timothy - Age 12
The wind winds it's way across
the plain and over the mountain.
It passes over lakes and rivers,
deserts and forests.
It blows though the countryside
and through the city.
It goes where it will
despite any obstacles.
It can cause damage
or be harnessed for energy.
The way of the wind
is that it has it's own way.
The River by John Timothy - Age 12
It runs all day yet stays in bed.
It drains the lake yet keeps it fed.
Just like man when it gets wide,
It slows right down, it's time to bide.
But as it thins picks up the pace
and hurries on to win the race.
While fish prefer to stay below,
It's man's desire to curb the flow.
Man's constant struggle to control
Is tempered by it's vital role.
Without the river all is lost,
And so we gladly bear the cost.
The river brings us more than life,
It calms the soul and ends the strife.
So we give thanks for mountain streams
Which flow into our lives and dreams.
Winter's Nigh by PJ
As the frost sets in upon the grass,
My thoughts are drawn to winter’s nigh.
As flowers droop and leaves drop last,
My heart does swell and gives a sigh.
While summer has it’s merits well,
It’s winter’s snow that melts my heart.
While spring and fall their changes tell,
It’s winter’s chill my breath does start.
The frozen pond, the icy knoll,
Fill me with joy they never fail.
I head outside with happy soul,
With those I love, we run the trail.
A Skijor's Song by PJ
The skis glide down the frosty trail,
The pole tips pierce the frozen crust,
The dog trots on with upraised tail,
Twixt man and dog a perfect trust.
Our silver breath will fill the air,
Our hearts and feet beat on in time,
While on the trail we have no care,
A world apart, a truth sublime.
The trail brings harmony and peace,
Two kindred spirits run as one,
It calms the soul of man and beast,
We’ll share the trail till winter’s done.
The Call of The Trail by PJ
I am sitting at my desk trying to focus on my work,
but the trail calls to me.I am driving down the road on my way to an appointment,
but the trail calls to me.I am sitting at my table trying to eat my dinner,
but the trail calls to me.I am typing on my computer trying to write a poem,
but the trail calls to me …An open letter to the people of the world: by PJ
Turn off your televisions, shut down your computers,
Mute your cell phones and put away your planners.
Open your doors and go outside, more than just
From the house to the car to work or to the store.
Stay outside and enjoy the fresh air, climb a tree or
Stroll by a stream. Hike through the woods or play in a meadow.
Pile up the leaves and jump in them or pick some wild flowers.
Have a snowball fight with the kids or build a snow fort.
It doesn’t matter what you do as long as you are experiencing
This great world in which we live. Nature is here for our enjoyment,
So enjoy it.
I'll see you outside!
Changing Seasons by Christine Baye - Age 17
Gentle Spring, snow is shrinking
My trails into the ground are sinking
I see this and I am thinking
“I’ll have to put my sleds away
Under cover they will stay
To wait again for colder days.”
There’s enough to do in summer weeks
Paddle down the hidden creeks
Climbing to the mountain peaks
Patiently waiting for winter again
To hitch up my dogs and go where I can
To live again is a snow covered land
3 Haikus by Amanda Dudley
The Deer
The quiet deer stands
Placid under the moon light
Young fawn beside her
Rain Shower
Rain falls on my head
Landing softly in puddles
What a sight to see
Storm
Thunder rolls loudly
Lightning flashed so brightly
Across the dark sky
