Yarders Poems - Poems about Yarders

...Cleaning ash at Two Twenty One B Sweated my friend Sherlock Holmes and me. Him: “The game is afoot” His face covered in soot We dashed off after Moriarty! Just a crime scene, just another nigh......

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...Land Is A Loom I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet. The land itself spoke from mountains, torents, islet From bird song and bear splashing fishers From rutting mo......

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