Saturday, December 22, 2012

Christmas Tree Of The Forest 2012

The forest of these woods,
Which lay before its edifice,
Hide no more the beauty of this spruce,
Relentless storms which did not fell you,
You and many like yourself strong to the end,
How lucky they're all to have this tree so fine,
For Christmas is near and the holidays which we love,
Are sublime and once more,
Our spruce tree which we've managed,
Adorned for this occasion with lights and tinsel shine,
It is the forest of Owyacumish in which you tower and hold us too,
Every winter we will travel and paint your form,
For your needles splayed in these boughs to show,
Becomes the christmas tree of the forest that we know.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

The Cattails Whisper Softly 2012

While we wait along the shores,
Our boat floats and tries once more,
This flood don't flounder us we saw,
Submerge to forget what we came for,
We'll hear the wails from all that matters,
Silence from the watery woods that once chatters,
Our desperate trails now deep, they shine,
Clouds of a sky, that's no sunlight a sign,
Cattails move to the breeze and whisper to the willows,
Who has drowned the aspens?
And they did say, no one knows,
Cottonwoods speak up of a tale,
They will denounce Pitt River and tell,
Now along the coasts with ghostly flutters,
Lands so far, calls loud along with others that mutter,
Snow geese flock from the north too feed,
Some calls to cull these beauties don't please,
They're protected and that's how it should be,
Cattails whisper softly, for winter sent them free.