Release
I was in the arctic.
Those frozen forests of Alaska.
North of Fairbanks,
in the wild Yukon.
It was night,
and the moon shown,
on the white, bright snow.
Everything had a light, blue glow.
It was cold,
minus 60 degrees,
and I prayed to God,
for a sign to go.
I needed a change,
a new life, a way
to go. A way to escape,
the life I was in.
I no longer cared.
I no longer tried.
I no longer lived.
It no longer mattered.
Then, something drew my gaze.
I cannot say what.
There was nothing there.
But, I knew it would appear.
And before it came,
I was excited to see.
Ready for whatever was
coming; ready for it to be.
And there it was!
An Arctic Fox appeared
on a small mound before me.
And he watched me, as I watched him.
And I knew in that instant I was free.
Free to go. Free to flow.
Free to die. Free to flee.
It was ok. God was with me.
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We liked word play since very young
My younger brother Mike and I
First letters of names we would switch
And then we would laugh till we cried
Ben Telly became Ten Belly
That one, for sure, caused an uproar
Once started it was hard to stop
It was fun, when we opened the door
Look over there is Jack Bammer!
Of course that made the laughs double
Then Bucky Fairbanks came over
And that's when we got in trouble!
Strong
Happy
Artist
Neat
Intelligent
Kind
Intellectual
Smart
Magnificent
Integrity
Tough
Heartwarming
Living the life of begin free-mind individual
The well to think freely without interruptions
Who is strong-willed and very strong-minded and
never gives up
Try Try is the best way to go
Lives in Fairbanks Alaska the home of Fairbanks ice dogs
Still here in the new year of 2018
My last name is Smith
THE MOOSE AT THE DOOR
In Fairbanks
Winter days are bitter
Nights are deadly frigid
Tires are square
Breath freezes into icy scarves
Auto grills spew plugs like old TVs
In Fairbanks
In the dead of winter
Alaska winter tears the green
Out of the trees
Brittle cold conquers the land
And moose
Deadly dangerous
Desperate to feed their young
Beg at the door
Like raging Buddhist monks with rice bowls
Mary Jane, what an unusual girl you are.
You have fans that live both near and far.
They call your name from Bangor to Sausalito.
How popular you are from Fairbanks to Hilo.
It doesn’t take much for you to grow.
You seem to be the only girl some folks want to know.
Coming in a bag loaded with stems and seed,
your leaves are the only things we need.
We just adore having you around for company.
However, you can’t make your presence legally.
We wrap you up in some paper clandestinely.
Then, you can make us high as we want to be.
I lost track Jon!
I cannot exactly remember the year you were born
But, I know, the special date
Is toward Memorial weekend.
I chose priceless gifts for you
Like your artwork from Alaska
The snapshots were taken from my mantle display
They could have been from Fairbanks or Anchorage.
I keep them because they are worth more
Than silver or gold or diamond
They are the symbol of Jon and Isaiah (too)
In my simple house!
I chose this colorful birthday card
Because I want to show you
That this card is like life itself
Full of colors and celebrations!
You may see bright or dull
But I implore you
To notice the bright ones
More than the dull ones.
Such is the fabrics of life: dull and bright!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
GRANDMA 5/23/12
standing out in fairbanks...
days poosht-over, like drunk natives aint
seen sun in three weeks, fished
all to hell under
clumsy rain