North Woods Poem by Smoky Hoss

North Woods

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The teeming black waters
Of a wooded creek
Run amuck
To the waterfalls calling -
There is a pragmatic hubris
To the North woods
Set so far from social expectancy,
An un-self-concerned amalgam
Of accepting and being accepted by
Simply living, being, and even dying -
The scent is intoxicating
The sound symphonic
The sight luminous;
Here, these North woods
Home to so much
And community to so few -
Jays sit entwined
Within a bevy of birch branches
Voicing the folly
Of an eastern wind,
In a furry fit of contentment
A squirrel dances with a maple leaf,
And a dropp of dew
Gives itself to a colony of working ants -
Supple, and turbulent
Are the irresistable ways
Of the seasons up here!
Nights and days
Swamps and hills
Frogs and flies
Deer and bear,
All a part
Of the heart and blood of
The great North woods -

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 23 April 2012

Sounds like a place you would want to go for a bit of peace, a great poem.

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Valerie Dohren 11 April 2012

The North Wods sound absolutely wonderful - lucky you to know them. Great work.

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Eric Cockrell 10 April 2012

i could live there forever! great poem, strong images!

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