Northern Bard: Jill Delaney

As I make my way across the land,

I’m filled with joy in this place so grand.

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Rugged mountains spread before my eyes,

Inspiring in me many happy sighs.

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Across arctic meadows tiny flowers grow,

while nearby streams and rivers gently flow.

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Through the endless sky wispy clouds form,

A grey haze at the horizon signals a distant storm.

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While I stop admire the lichens n’ moss,

Herds of caribou graze on land they’ll soon cross. 

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This magical land has captured my heart

From this wild place, I shall not part.

Poem Style: Couplet