In The Yukon Wild “You know your spent in the Yukon Wild When you can’t even fake a smile We’d been digging for days And how you long for the praise That would make you go on for a while” – Out here what remains tells a story Like some crazy fairy tale And with …
Northern Bard: Armin Johnson “In the Yukon Wild” Read More »
Summer Skies There once was a flight path to Frankfurt, And Yukoners all gave thanks for it. We’d take to the skies, Arrive on time, no surprise Born to fly with leg room, uncontorted. Poem Style: limerick
The Condor, the name for two species vultures, known to be the largest flying landbird in the western hemisphere, inhabiting the old and new world, and eponym for the giagantic flying bird called a plane, that connects the wild beautiful untouched wilderness of the Yukon, where nature rules, and conquers one´s everyday life, where the …
As I make my way across the land, I’m filled with joy in this place so grand. – Rugged mountains spread before my eyes, Inspiring in me many happy sighs. – Across arctic meadows tiny flowers grow, while nearby streams and rivers gently flow. – Through the endless sky wispy clouds form, A grey haze …
The Yukon Provides No book nor picture can suffice to express, The wonders and the nature of this peculiar place. Snow peak mountains, with its willows buried by the winds, While Dall’s sheep graze cautiously, Every step taken with grace. – For the grizzlies are now waking, From a slumber so deep. I wonder what …
And the Winner of our Northern Bard poetry contest is… Don Green The subject line on the email began, “DON YOU HAVE WON” and I was reaching for the delete button until I saw rest of subject line, “THE CONDOR POETRY CONTEST!” Then I thought, “Maybe I better read this.” I had no expectation of winning, in fact my …
Northern Bard: Don Green ” The Ballad of Baldy and White-Tail” Read More »
Funny, how it is… A stranger in a strange land Everything is foreign, Except for this feeling I see it… I feel it, A different place… a different time, In my heart, I knew you were once mine, The memory is only partly there, But feelings like that never flicker… Never dim …never die Funny …
Northern Bard: Nadine Nicholson “Funny, how it is…” Read More »
Borderland “Check for ticks” they said I never knew, never saw a tick in the Yukon Stolzenhagen, Germany (but almost Poland) You could walk there – So close, just a Condor away So far, a lifetime away come to Germany to find your freak phony? artist? – 3 weeks on a commune What was I …
Out on the Trail When the dogs are ready Their traces tight It’s time to be off Into the cold crisp night – I call “let’s go” To the leader bitch She goes straight ahead Without a hitch – So off we go On our midnight mush The only sound From the runners a shush …
Northern Bard: Robert Mundell “Out on the Trail” Read More »
Coming to the Yukon In the past it was the gold rush to make a fortune with a claim. Many people came to Whitehorse, some by foot, by ship or by train. – Most of them left poor the Yukon. Just a few could reach this goal. They could not enjoy the beauty which this …
Northern Bard: Elke Gruninger “Coming To The Yukon” Read More »
Yukon to Europe From the Yukon wilds of rivers and mountains To Europe’s history of castles and fountains; A flight away; it’s not that far On Condor, connecting here to “thar”. – Camping, canoeing, the midnight sun Are some of the reasons the Yukon is fun. And after mid-August, the northern lights Could give a …
Northern Bard: Jeninne Cathers “Yukon to Europe” Read More »
Eine glückliche Verbindung Ein shared curiosity exists between the land of the midnight sun and the place we call Germany, and they Deutschland. The people of midnight sun take the Condor to Deutschland for the architecture, the beer, the pretzels, the Alps. The Deuschlanders take the Condor to Yukon for the untouched land, the wildlife, the peace the quiet. …
Northern Bard: Collyn Lovelace “Eine glückliche Verbindung” Read More »
The Wind Whispers Freedom The Condor soars into the valley trough with wings spread wide on a final glide, It’s cargo a collective adventurers all European noses press flat the glass, White grey gold piercing beauty descending majestic pride, The roar of engines echo loud flaps extend to float great mass, – They attack the …
Northern Bard: John Birmingham “The Wind Whispers Freedom” Read More »
Yukon Moonlight Madness Trapper’s code: “Arrive on time!” – “Don’t look for me if no-show, – might be a ‘corpsical’.” …
Northern Bard: Lillian Loponen “Moonlight Madness” Read More »
T. Bug A long time ago in the Land of Snow A little girl found a bug, Atop her magic carpet (which was really just a rug) They flew together far and wide Hand in wing, side by side. – Her imagination took them Here and there, and everywhere (or so she thought- …
Quest for the Yukon Aboard the planes of Condor Air, they come, to marvel at Kluane’s soaring peaks, and see moose feed beneath the Midnight Sun retracing steps of those who gold did seek. – “Larger than Life”, the Yukon’s creed exclaims, come see the sky filled up with dancing light, find …
Yukon, larger than life Where to start and when to end? welcome to paradise my friend – Every inch of this nation tells a story where the people work hard to get the glory – And once you meet the Yukon, none can dare escape surrounded by exotic flowers and a beutiful landscape – In …
Northern Bard: Anell Angeles Trejo “Yukon, larger than life” Read More »
untold reflections of views beyond your cabin – the Condor in flight Poetry Style: Haiku
WILD AND FREE Let’s live a new life, Darling you and me, In the old true North, Where the Earth can breathe. Let’s live a life that’s wild and free. – Let’s dream in plush dark, Dance, in midnight’s sun. Let’s forage and feast Where the bison run. Let’s live each day like our last …
Northern Bard: Valerie Dykshoorn “WILD AND FREE” Read More »
huk’an gųą [fireweed] The ground still smolders Flames lick the remaining trees, now posts Raw Standing stoic on the land Blackened burns sting to the touch Igniting memories that dance around us in the smoke – Ash smudged on our faces Making us dirty with their gaze They try to wash us away Wholly Water …
Northern Bard: Lianne Charlie “huk’an gųą [fireweed] “ Read More »
Sitting in a Plane Sitting in a plane Flying high in beautiful skies Soaring peacefully Like a golden eagle Gliding smoothly Flying 250 miles per hour Going so fast Can’t feel a thing Gliding smoothly Like a golden eagle Soaring peacefully Flying high in beautiful skies Sitting in a plane
Frogs can’t fly and neither can I. Until Condor winks and inspires me to try, Nervous and anxious I choose to apply. To fly high in the sky, like a damselfly. A check off my bucket list before I die! – I want to laugh and paddle with Dieter, See the Black Forest, with eyes …
Northern Bard: Erin Giesbrecht “Frogs can’t fly and neither can I” Read More »
I dream of my hometown. Walking through these streets again, listening to music floating from open windows like light. Harmonica, accordion. Walking these streets where I know every corner Like my own body, where I left my thoughts hanging on walls, buildings Like a pair of shoes tossed into a tree – I dream taking …
Northern Bard: Elke Reinauer “The Sound of Home” Read More »
The Quest Outside, 3 AM Stamping feet, swinging arms and axes, trying to stay warm at minus 45. Waiting, beside a fire of little use against the chill. In the distance, a light at the end of a tunnel of snow burdened trees. At first weak and wavering, becoming stronger and closer. Clouds of vapour …
The Relocation of Niggy Bee It’s a story as old as the one of the gold They found in the rivers up north. Why people get stuck and find their luck In the Yukon wilds ‘round Whitehorse. – So this tale, you see, follows Fräulein Niggy Bee Who one night received a call. “I got stuck …
Northern Bard: Nicole Berger “The Relocation of Niggy Bee” Read More »
Condor migration; Yukon to Europe and back Ready to leave nest Poem: Haiku
Ha Ha Ha I’m Benjiji I live my life with nobility – You’ll smile when you see me Vim and vigor, full of glee Chest hair pointed like a goatee Swishing white skirt down to the knee “He’s so soft” you will decree – I wear a coat colored caramel delight It glistens, it glows, …
Norther Bard: Catherine Jamnicky “The Ballad of Benjiji” Read More »
The Adventures of Suburban Joe It’s been ten years and three months since we moved to this street. The neighbors are friendly. It’s quiet and neat. – The bus and the mail come right to our door. We’ve updated the paint and we’ve reclaimed the floor. – But, as I sort the recycling and rake …
Northern Bard: Nicole Fradette “The Adventures of Suburban Joe” Read More »
Commonty “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Mary Oliver asked, And I hesitated to reply. – I have lived so long in the in-betweens, Wanting to be somewhere else, Then wanting to return. – Like a condor, Wanting to be both unfettered at sea and safe on …
NOTE TO SELF Thomas the cat reclines by the fireplace He’s cozy and soft and half-asleep I am visiting and about to leave for work (my parents’ home, warm, my dorm, so cold) 5:30 am, ready to go, out into the cold, to drive and drive Thomas gets to stay by the fire with the …
Northern Bard: Santana K. Berryman “Note To Self” Read More »
How far the Yukon from the ancient love Encountered in a Germanic café Instead of the raven a velvet dove And romantic is drunk, day after day – Far from Yukon, the marbl’d Taj Mahal Backdrop for princesses that contemplate To visit such magic, travel we shall And welcome the most adventurous date – Yet all those …
Northern Bard: Pam van Kampen “Far from the Yukon” Read More »
A Contest To Win I was home one night seated at my table, Not in the mood for internet and I have no cable. So I started to read last week’s paper mail. I leave it late to go through, most times without fail. – “What’s Up Yukon” was folded so neatly. I thought of …
Northern Bard: Mary Anne Keating “A Contest To Win” Read More »
The Great Move There once was a girl from down east Leaving home was thought of the least But she visited Yukon A new house she then took on And visions of returning have ceased Poem Identity: Limerick
What kind of thing you’re looking for? Welcome happy visitor! Guess what, we could not offer it up here Just a small vary of local beer. Please visitor, don’t get me wrong Minus 40 – all year long! In deed, we’re living right beside the moon future coming – pretty soon! No internet but out …
Thursday December 4, 2014 4:30pm In the parking lot gloom of the Superstore I had to stop and become very still, heart, breath, soul all of me perfectly quiet. – There, on the snow covered roof of an old rusted red car a large and mighty raven sat, weather-worn and disheveled wings slightly askew neck …
Northern Bard: Matthew Brown “For Annie: when she’s able” Read More »
Northernly; Enough A flow; a connection. Land. Shared belief in its value. – A community; exploration. Resources. How to give and take? – A route; a direction. Rocks. No expectation for no marker nor trail. – A frost; isolation. White out. Bold statement of the nowhere better to be. – A travel; exclamation. Flight. Hovering high …
Northern Bard: Valérie Théorêt “Northernly; Enough” Read More »
