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hillbilly
Member
Post Number: 268
Registered: 03-2004
| | Posted on Monday, December 31, 2007 - 5:26 pm: | 
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Happy New Year to “ALL”, from Hillbilly and Family.
Keep the open side up and the closed side down and may the wind always be at your back.
Bill
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nancym
Member
Post Number: 52
Registered: 10-2006
| | Posted on Monday, December 31, 2007 - 5:59 pm: |
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I hope you all have a very Happy New Year!
Even though we're not all together at this time, you are all in my thoughts.
All the best.
Hillbilly - I wish the wind had been at our backs on Obabika Lake this past September, eh?  |
tess
Member
Post Number: 97
Registered: 03-2004
| | Posted on Tuesday, January 1, 2008 - 8:55 am: |
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Happy New Year Otterheads, Temagamites and Canoebears!
A poem by Pauline Johnson; for all of us dreaming of our first trip of 2008.
WAVE-WON
Tonight I hunger so,
Beloved one, to know
If you recall and crave again the dream
That haunted our canoe,
And wove its witchcraft through
Our hearts as 'neath the northern night we sailed the northern stream.
Ah! dear, if only we
As yesternight could be
Afloat within that light and lonely shell,
To drift in silence till
Heart-hushed, and lulled and still
The moonlight through the melting air flung forth its fatal spell.
The dusky summer night,
The path of gold and white
The moon had cast across the river's breast,
The shores in shadows clad,
The far-away, half-sad
Sweet singing of the whip-poor-will, all soothed our souls to rest.
You trusted I could feel
My arm as strong as steel,
So still your upturned face, so calm your breath,
While circling eddies curled,
While laughing rapids whirled
From boulder unto boulder, till they dashed themselves to death.
Your splendid eyes aflame
Put heaven's stars to shame,
Your god-like head so near my lap was laid--
My hand is burning where
It touched your wind-blown hair,
As sweeping to the rapids verge, I changed my paddle blade.
The boat obeyed my hand,
Till wearied with its grand
Wild anger, all the river lay aswoon,
And as my paddle dipped,
Thro' pools of pearl it slipped
And swept beneath a shore of shade, beneath a velvet moon.
To-night, again dream you
Our spirit-winged canoe
Is listening to the rapids purling past?
Where, in delirium reeled
Our maddened hearts that kneeled
To idolize the perfect world, to taste of love at last.
(Message edited by tess on January 1, 2008) |
brian
Moderator
Post Number: 820
Registered: 02-2004
| | Posted on Tuesday, January 1, 2008 - 11:45 am: |
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Happy New Year, on this first day of the rest of your life. |
gudwulf
Member
Post Number: 30
Registered: 03-2004
| | Posted on Tuesday, January 1, 2008 - 4:18 pm: |
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Sat down last evening and started Hap Wilson's book 'The Cabin'. What a way to begin the New Year!
Today the snow and wind have decended on north-central Ohio but I remain warm in the thoughts of Temagami adventures yet to come Up North.
Thank you, fellow otterheads, for keeping us connected through these forums to this beautiful area of His creation.
Blessings for the New Year... paddle on ~! |
canoebear
Member
Post Number: 518
Registered: 05-2004
| | Posted on Saturday, January 2, 2010 - 8:30 am: |
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" Woodn't Utter a Howl"
Standen outside on upper deck porch overlooken frozen woods & waters & noticed that,'tis here New Year Full Moon 'twasn't Blue at all.
May hav seemed abit closer & bigger at times.
Took a few snap shots up at it while cold frigid
crosswind be hitten me square-on.
Peeren into tha dim lit darkness in tha icy stillness of tha night saw dark form be-en absorbed beneath tha toweren cedar woods that shadows over our muskrat pond.
Full Moon exposed its secrecy & mystery maken 1 who was chilled become much thrilled.
Starled me at 1st, caught me off-guard, took me by surprise. That doesn't happen to me that often, especialy, not in my own Backswoods.
Seems like trickster Moon hoveren straight overhead be uncoveren + revealen flaws/or defects of all those who keenness is now, been had/or dulled.
A sensation of sum fear & excitement, as well as, anxiously awaiten very dangerous night creature who looked to be circlen roundbout, worken tha wind in it's favor.
Snow coverd landscape, extreme cold temperatures with slight breeze carrien dead of night sounds a greater distance increasen tha effectiveness of calls of tha wild to be heard round ice frozen lake & ponds with clarified clarity.
Be prime time ideal condition fer 'tis silver grey brown spindly leg bushy tail creature to unnerve me while it frolicked in tha fresh snow along tha tree line below.
Looked to be wily coyote blenden in, camoufalged in tha mid-night time terrain.
'Tis 1, not wary/or shy. Seems to be a savvy opportunistic, full of wit, be awhole lot smarter & faster than me tooo.
I won over him cause, I thought, I spotted him before he pinpointed my wherbouts. Had advanaged right from get-go & didn't even no it. Must be sumwhat tilted & out of sort last night.
His prime pelt is full & trots with assured reinforced boldness, like he's been here & done 'tis before.
He's tha 1 thats been eaten-up, 7 out of 9, of my outside cats. He's on tha hunt to do away with all whats left.
In front of our lake house,I formed a hide away cat cave with fallen leaves that I raked-up & placed atop tha bushes, which now is blanketed with concealed white that gives shelter to tha 2.
We feed our wild cats early so not to leave any left over scraps out fer bold clever adventuresum to take advantage of, remainen young, live bait.
Meanwhile, coyote ugly stared straight-up at me,'twas aware of my presence all tha time. I seen him only because he allowed me to. 'Tis fleeten glimpse at short distance, changed tha channel of tha animal so to turn tail & run into tha rest of tha nights, frozen snow pack.
It was foolish to go out in tha cold weather without a coat. It was crazy idea tha I wood out last him playen 'tis waiten game, so long.
He must of heard/or sensed my skin silhoutte quiver with uncontrolled tremble shiver.
He fooled tha foolish fellow, fer sur.
Tha hours of folly be measur'd by tha clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure tha UP,
Heard no prolong cry-out happenen in tha far-off, Heya! |
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