Tuesday, June 17, 2014

"When he tried his eyes on the lake ospreys
would fall like valkyries
choosing the cut-throat
He took then to waiting
till the night smoke rose from the boil of the sunset

But the moon carved unknown totems
out of the lakeshore
owls in the beardusky woods derided him
moosehorned cedars circled his swamps and tossed
their antlers up to the stars
then he knew though the mountain slept the winds
were shaping its peak to an arrowhead

And now he could only
bar himself in and wait
for the great flint to come singing into his heart" 
                                                                    from Bushed
                                                                          by Earle Birney

                                     From the top, Nina, Shaun and Whateley in their run.


By day three we noted that what we believe was a bear had stuck
it's head through the chain link. Luckily we were all in bed. 
 We did reinforce the run, which was constructed with just this type 
of event in mind and a trail camera showed no sign that bear returned to
that spot.

"The hounds laid dew-laps on the ground,
With needles of pine sweet, soft and rusty--
Dream'd of the dead stag stout and lusty;
A bat by the red flames wove its round.

The darkness built its wigwam walls
Close round the camp, and at its curtain
Press'd shapes, thin woven and uncertain,
As white locks of tall waterfalls."

                       from Said the Canoe ( an old favorite ) 
                      by Isabella Valancy Crawford


Gary Phillips said...

Bears are sometimes a pain. Boom, Bobbi and Gary.

Julie G. said...

Reading the lovely verses at the beginning and/or end of your posts brings about a feeling of peace.

So glad the pups are okay. It's amazing how powerful the Black Bears can be. Your dogs are beautiful!

Kathie Brown said...

Where do you find all these wonderful poems! Both of these speak to my heart and pierce my soul like fire!

Cute dogs. I like the silky long-haired one on the top step.

Guy said...

Hi Gary

The bears may be a pain, but I suspect the jet ski ATV crowd will be worse in the long run.


Guy said...

Hi Julie

Thanks for you comments, I love both poetry and dogs. Poems however bark less and can be trusted on the carpet.


Guy said...

Hi Kathie

Both these poems are by Canadian poets and I studied them in school. For some reason we seem to have a lots of poems about the forest. Nina
is the little dog we adopted from Mexico she is still quite a handful.

Thanks for stopping by.

Celeste said...

Oh my goodness, thank goodness you noticed and made a quick repair. Now your 'little guys' are safe again :)