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Date Added: November 15, 2008 15:11:06 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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MIDNIGHT SUN




Imagine a late fall workday at an age so young.

seeing the Northern lights, the midnight sun.

Feeling universal motion in perfect harmony,

words alone cannot describe such scenic beauty.


Above an Asbestos mine near the Yukon border,

forty below in November couldnít be any colder.

Redwood cabins wrapped in evergreen shelter

no one dares complain of the freezing weather.


Moose, fox and wolves in the forests all around,

Too-ski, my hare-chasing Husky can`t be found.

Mountain streams of pristine waters ever-flowing,

sculpture the perfect habitat for Arctic Grayling.

Unaware of that overwhelming Grizzly shadow,

as I intensely fly-fished for Yukon trophy rainbow.


I too have had moments of uncertainty,

deciding how to build my way into society,

but here in Casiar Iíve come to understand,

how most people are willing to lend a hand.


Seeing Haulpak drivers and shovel operators

bowing their heads to each other respectfully,

made this young man feel accepted equally.

Unlike businessmen always pressed for time,

here I`ve learned to enjoy each day at a time.


Lately I`ve been hearing birds singing sadly,

a sure sign that I am getting pretty lonely.

So I guess itís time to go back to the big city,

to complete my studies at Montreal university.










Author's Notes:
written in the late sixties...after Viet-nam...unpolished
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeSteve on May 18, 2009 01:04:34 PM Report
A work like this becomes alive with emotion and will mean different things at different times.  I think it is great just the way it is. 
Comment By: FreeSammie on January 9, 2009 10:53:13 PM Report
I didn't even get past the first couple lines and I was adding it to my Favs. Great Poem.

Comment By: FreeMilton Roy on December 17, 2008 10:25:31 AM Report
Hello raymond..this poem has an amazing message..it carries so much in so few words..really enjoyed...thanks for sharing.

Rahbar.

Comment By: FreeFLETCHER on December 14, 2008 01:16:08 PM Report
This is a wonderful write Raymond.

You show great style within your words.
Written in the sixties this shows promise of things to come.
You are very creative my friend.
Fletch

Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on November 21, 2008 07:49:32 PM Report
Hey that is beautiful..  Well Done! and enjoy your midnight sun..
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on November 16, 2008 02:23:43 PM Report
Raymond,
 A poem of past life a classic to save for your children... You have come a long way...
Hugs  ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on November 16, 2008 04:38:50 AM Report
You painted a wonderful picture here raymoind..I could see in my mind's eye all of which you spoke and the awe and respect you felt for nature and the men who endured all to earn a living. This was a heart warming poem to read and spoke of our need for simplicity and quiet dignity.
Ali x

Comment By: FreeMoonStar on November 16, 2008 01:58:09 AM Report
Hello, Raymond;

 

I so loved this piece.. The imagery was surreal, just the picture in my minds eye made my eyes tear.. Such beauty to exsist is so hard to believe for in the part I live in there is no peace, magic, kinship.. All are busy running to and fro that your head spins just watching..

 

You, my friend, are a true writer! You always manage to bring forth your words and bring them inside ones mind..

I do so like those type of pieces, for we are not only poets, yet writers too! As they say "All the world is a stage, we mearly the players" Or something along those lines...

 

MoonStar

 

Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on November 15, 2008 07:09:39 PM Report
I really like the wilderness and love of  nature in this Raymonde. I am a fisherman too and would love to catch a grayling. THere is a stream near Newcastle where I am told that there are some.

 

Best Wishes

David

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on November 15, 2008 06:39:13 PM Report
How do I get a gig in one of those asbestos mines??? That sounds like a job with a great future... This made me shiver all over, just to read it....len




 


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