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<\/center><\/p>\n(click here for a couple more pictures)<\/a><\/p>\n And so one of the American Lit assignments this week was to write a poem in the style of Carl Sandburg’s Chicago<\/a>. Here’s mine:<\/p>\n Kenai, Alaska Which naturally leads to this weeks journal entry:<\/p>\n And. Well. That is all. *chuckles* (gee, I’m so exciting lately, hm?)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So. We’ve had a lot of snow. Heh. (click here for a couple more pictures) 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-myriad"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n(c) eam
\n All American City,
\n Fishing, Hunting, Capitol of camping
\n Player with dogs in front of sleds that pull for 200 miles
\n Raining, snowing, cold
\n City of ingenuity and strength.
\nThey tell me it is nowhere, and I believe them, for I have seen the small homes, empty streets, and barren wastes.
\nAnd they tell me it is frigid and I answer: yes, it is true, I have seen the backs turned with noses raised.
\nThey tell me you are empty and useless, and it is there I must finally disagree.
\nShow me a city where people, no matter the snobbery will hold out a helping hand to one in need.
\nShow 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.
\n Bundled up
\n Shoveling
\n Together
\nUnder 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.
\nBeating and brimming with joy of life, of the strength of her people, hardy and strong for the trials faced.
\nBragging of cold and warmth alike, the frozen north heated by the spirit of her people
\n Never forgotten
\n Forever strong
\n Laughing and singing the songs of old
\nremembering the fight of those before, preparing for the fight of those yet to come,
\n sweating and proud with the fight to survive another day in this,
\n the American City, of fishing and hunting and camping, of sled dogs that pull through rain and snow and cold reveling
\n in the strength of the land of the Midnight Sun.<\/p>\n![\"beth_journal_wk4.jpg\"](\"http:\/\/reachthecolors.com\/eclat\/past\/pics\/beth_journal_wk4.jpg\")
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