Snow n stuff

So. We’ve had a lot of snow. Heh.

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And so one of the American Lit assignments this week was to write a poem in the style of Carl Sandburg’s Chicago. Here’s mine:

Kenai, Alaska
(c) eam
All American City,
Fishing, Hunting, Capitol of camping
Player with dogs in front of sleds that pull for 200 miles
Raining, snowing, cold
City of ingenuity and strength.
They tell me it is nowhere, and I believe them, for I have seen the small homes, empty streets, and barren wastes.
And they tell me it is frigid and I answer: yes, it is true, I have seen the backs turned with noses raised.
They tell me you are empty and useless, and it is there I must finally disagree.
Show me a city where people, no matter the snobbery will hold out a helping hand to one in need.
Show me a place where it is safe to walk the streets at night (as long as one does not mind the close commune with Moose and Bear), where there is a place for me, and you and she and he and though views are so different ? if he has need, she will be there.
Bundled up
Shoveling
Together
Under the whitened layer of icy cold, under the chill of forgotten people, under the wasteland of beautiful mountains and singing seas, under the brilliant array of colors within the aurora borealis, under it all is the heart.
Beating and brimming with joy of life, of the strength of her people, hardy and strong for the trials faced.
Bragging of cold and warmth alike, the frozen north heated by the spirit of her people
Never forgotten
Forever strong
Laughing and singing the songs of old
remembering the fight of those before, preparing for the fight of those yet to come,
sweating and proud with the fight to survive another day in this,
the American City, of fishing and hunting and camping, of sled dogs that pull through rain and snow and cold reveling
in the strength of the land of the Midnight Sun.

Which naturally leads to this weeks journal entry:

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And. Well. That is all. *chuckles* (gee, I’m so exciting lately, hm?)