Since '78, a slow steady depletion,
Dissipating family, foundations quake,
Latter part of year, wings take flight,
Baring north from ol' Douglas lake.
In steady course, Chilkat Lake.
North Alaska, destination Haines,
Upon sandbars & cottonwood trees,
Festive feast brings weight gain.
Pondering moment of arrival,
Visitation of long lost kin,
Gossip tells this fables fall,
Be ardent with hardy a grin.
Forth time journey to endearing place,
Barring tiding of such good cheer,
Seems eaglettes have been busy,
Status Que, changes since four years.
Upon four mile stretch, rivers edge,
We shall feast of salmon in spawn,
Endangered, once being claim to fame,
Has seen removal, long since gone.
Each year, returns to shores of Haines,
Chilkat river, and banks so fair,
Celebration whit feast of salmon,
commending the people that did care....
Hey there Geoff, I like this one a lot.... not least because of the journey through your land but also the observation on the habitat! I still must confess to loving the taste of salmon so I apologise now if your poem made my mouth water! ! HG xx
WOW...HAVE YOU BEEN DELVING INTO ANTHROPOLOGICAL SPECIFICS....PERHAPS HABITAT & GEOGRAPHICAL STUDY....ANYHOW, ANYWAY, THIS IS A WINNER, SIR G.'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An ethereal delight, Geoff. You have managed to soar to new heights with this spectacular offering. One of your best IMHO. All the best, Greg