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canoebear
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Post Number: 220
Registered: 05-2004
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 6:16 pm: | 
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"Sign Of Spring"
Lewis & Clark, Core Of Discovery Journals
mentioned Tha American Robin be-en an
early-mornen songbird. They observed &
took note that woodland bird ate meat &
fruit vegetable matter.
'Tis reddish breasted bird was
mistakenly called a Robin by early
settlers, but be much closely related
to tha blackbirds than Robins.
A survivor fer sur!
Robin feeds on insects, spiders, worms &
fruit seeds. Its enemies R owls + racoons.
Tha Robin & Tha Explores Expedition wer
alike 1 another in many ways.
They both moved from 1 region & settled
in another.
Both similar, in that they set-off to
initiate a leap to grow & appear suddenly
out of no-wher. They both =/or like, cause they
wer tha 1st to do it, to take an early trip.
Both originated goals of
dicovery, to seed, by bounden
up-wards + fore-words to-wards
tha most important/or deepest core openen.
Robin means flambright.
All close in bringen into
be-en of fame & glory.
May-be they're both tha same!
See-en a Robin in yer dream
preceives a new beginnen &
a time fer growth.
'Tis "Rust Breasted Robin"
be a symbol to get-go-en/or
set-off to explore-out tha
wilds of waters & mountain woods,
be a novel start, Heya!
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paul_hammersten
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Post Number: 181
Registered: 03-2004
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 22, 2005 - 3:32 pm: |
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Hey canoebear...I dreamed I was flying over water! the other night!!
Thought it was cuz I flushed too many water hydrants on my new job that day before the night.
Maybe there is a bit of the robin in the turtle in some mystical way!
Best
The Turtle |
canoebear
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Post Number: 277
Registered: 05-2004
| | Posted on Wednesday, August 10, 2005 - 5:45 pm: |
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"Hush of Early Dawn"
Canoen down lazy river/or crossen a quiet lake,
be a good chance of happenen-up on, hard to spot,
Painted Turtle, found basken in tha sun.
'Tis hardy amphibian, haven no such keel,
depends on It's luv of It's water-color world.
Perfers mudded-up shallow water to prod bout in,
but as of late may be hibernaten to withdrawn in streams/or lake bottoms, deep in sum isolated mud botton, secluded in tha quietude of an absence of a sound state.
At 1 time, often wandered over-land carry-en
It's world on It's back in search of untouched rushen wild river waters to be 1st 1 ever,
to move round & bout in.
I respect It's soundlessness of "Golden Silence"
from time to time, but tha absence of speech,
turn-over to absolute shy quiet may sketch a drawen of brackish water conditions experienced.
Tha NE Wilds be filled with much color when Turtle
decides to surface to show-off It's dark brown, red + yellow paint, Heya!
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paul_hammersten
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Post Number: 215
Registered: 03-2004
| | Posted on Thursday, August 11, 2005 - 4:57 pm: |
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The Turtle of the Mistissibi is showing off much red + yellow + white! paint these days for it is the ' moon if fire hydrant painting '.
Best
Paul |
canoebear
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Post Number: 278
Registered: 05-2004
| | Posted on Sunday, August 14, 2005 - 5:44 pm: |
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"Whoo's...Awake?...Me...Too!"
Dusk before last, wife & I paddled out to
"Sacred Place Sandbar", in tha dead center of
big wind water chain, before night fall.
Sandbar diverce vegetation mix be point of concentration fer many small animals & haven shelter fer a variety of feathered birds.
Sum of tha native dwellers that call "'Tis Place"
home, be beavers, muskrats, coons, stray amphibious water-bound deers, Red-Wing Blackbirds,
gulls, many ducks, geese, swans, white egrets,
Blue Herons, sand hill cranes & at times
Red-Tails.
Canoen silently round & bout 'tis here out-of-way refuge, snuck-up on prowlen large feathered Tiger
Horned Owl pacen along remote islands waters-edge.
WOW! What big yellow eyes, piercen kife talons & beak of wrath She had. An Awesum sight!
She seemed to be up-to-no-good as we paddled about, as quiet as a mouse.
We quiet-up on Her & surprised tha liven hall out
of Her. As She took to tha air swiftly, in hurried haste, to get away & we heard nothen.
Air-borne, while passen thru tha warm air, on Her 5' wings , to distance Herself far from us,
'twas a break-off, of a quiet-down muffle,
a silent soundless get-away.
Just may-be, "Great Horn Owl" might be
tha powerful magestic tokin warrior figure,
that stands fer tha "Silence of tha North".
"Hoo...Hoo...Hoo, Hu...Hu...!"
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tess
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Post Number: 41
Registered: 03-2004
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 15, 2005 - 7:10 am: |
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Canoebear...American Mink? |
canoebear
Member
Post Number: 301
Registered: 05-2004
| | Posted on Monday, November 28, 2005 - 6:10 pm: |
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How bout "catch & release"?
Hurricane Katrina be Mother Natures finest hour,
when tha unexpected savage native recklessly swims round & bout on, now flooded streets.
08/03/05 eyewitness survivor saw very large
primative type gator invader, take by surprise,
looters pushen shoppen carts thru rivered-up streets.
New Orlean's monstrous grown croc/or gator of 80 years be an outstretched to 21' + tippen tha scales bout 4500 lbs when, giant swollen
people-eater 'twas shot to death by U S Army foot soldiers.
How many path-rods long wood that be?
So-called experts spit-out that, monstrosity dragon was feeden on human-kind cause, It was too old to catch its own natural prey.
That be tha why & wherefore grand mammoth be
deprived of life.
What bout, "Thou Shall Not Steal", Heya!
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canoebear
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Post Number: 342
Registered: 05-2004
| | Posted on Sunday, May 7, 2006 - 4:54 pm: |
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"Leap Sprightly"
As tha sharpness of my eyes, ears & nose search tha paririe, I, "Wily Coyote", feels tha summer
in tha spring-tide-beauty of tha season in awe.
Time & agin may lope bout straight with-out much
meanderen, while carrien-on boast of yip yap howls to let others no, that,
" I am here & 'tis be my territory", Heya! |
canoebear
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Post Number: 407
Registered: 05-2004
| | Posted on Saturday, May 26, 2007 - 8:03 am: |
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"wanderen hillbilly"
Followen a winden rocky river destination course
without purpose, wild & woolly 1, strayed-away from his group with strong desire to wander-lust.
Ther be a notion that "hill-bill" has an indomitable wilderness spirit & toughness that wood survive, even if bearded + bare-
footed. Lets not forget that 'tis here,
rugged indivdual & a God fearen plain folk with a strong sense of self, be capable of over-commen much hard-ship-of-times.
This wilding 'tis closest to his mountainous land, as well as, connected sum-way to tha explores & pioneers of America's Wild NE.
A free-trapper moumtain-man, who'd be totten his Hawkin rifle + belten a Bowie tooth knife when out of his canoe. When-in solo canoe, always be paddle floaten beside unspoiled senery keepen sharp-eye-out fer savage Bears & wild cats.
Thought he'd be missen/or lost/or killed, but like tha Black Bear symbol of his home state, he's probably wanderen far & wide searchen fer foods, foragen alone. I no 'tis time of year green plants be maturen & toughen-up, which most of them be idedible by now. Like tha Black Bear, maten season begins & males roam wildely,
but who really no's.
Be missen tha 1, who often wears that old
worn-out floppy hat luggen round a jug filled with moonshin. An image of, but not a reality!
In them ther hills, 1 no's its possible to get
a lonely sense of seclusion & isolation.
Ther be lots of space along those ridge-top
over-looks.
May-be bill just needs sum air-space in his
mountainous region of tha Allegheny backbone
wilderness. Wher rivers alternately cascades over boulders/or just flow quietly along huge
flat-slabs of stones.
A "True Light" feelen that yer really out-ther in tha "Deep-Woods" in those matue stands of trees.
"Deep_Woods" fer sur, lots & lots of big spruce greenery that grows down along tha glistenen mountain streams, wher tha weather 'tis variable wet in 'tis here unsurpassed unparalleled out-door beauty.
May-be bills in hillbilly heaven,
sitten in a rocken chair on his open porch log cabin, dwiddlen a stick of wood, cooken-up mud Turtle soup, looken-up at those
green forested hills, & just a wanderen.
Need a deliverance from that bushwacker from that backwoods remote mountain area, to here a
howleren call-out, of sill be-en alive.
Don't wander-off too far/or drift-away aimless, Heya!
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sundown
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Post Number: 96
Registered: 04-2007
| | Posted on Saturday, May 26, 2007 - 12:50 pm: |
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Canoebear
I've had fortune,as well, to bump many lads with Northren sap fer blood, who strayed for reasons I need not know... but, somehow eventually understood... most much-bearded-and-bearfooted wisdomcatchers, too..
I reckon greater hardships than I've yet known, so neednt yet judge... i set jaw... wouldnt EVERNOW judge... meant much-some sense to much wiser than me... not meant-yet, to see firstrays...
till my own dawn comes... or comes due.
I've spent weeks afoot, seekin' footprints I knew I wasnt intended to find... much time lost pouring
teerdrops onto ashes honoured, fer
emberlives I now know I quenched,
with noble intention, and
misguided consequence.
Airspace be his, I reckin... if my thought reads pure... for you?
Lost is found.
Yer visions profound.
And time is but a paper moon.
This, I reckin, is for whom the wolves howl.
They know far more than we.
My respects,
Sundown |
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