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crane cinquain

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crane

tall, red-crowned

calling, dancing, bowing

legs like broken sticks

sandhill

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At first, I thought these were a couple of young deer behind the trees, as we don’t get many cranes in the wooded portion of the state. They are a very old bird, and have a peculiar walk. They remind me of some kind of dinosaur. With their sandy brown backs, it’s easy to see why they’re called sandhills.

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–photos by me

 

Living on the Edge

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When the iron ore ran out,

The mine pit was abandoned,

And there it sat for years,

A gaping wound in the earth;

A world of rocks and dirt

And sheer cliffs of stone

Devoid of any sign of life–

Till Mother Nature moved in

And started redecorating.

She filled the great hole

With crystal clear water

And hung living wallpaper

Over the barren cliffs.

She turned it into a world

Of birds and rainbow trout;

Of beautiful, swaying trees

And plants of every kind.

She turned the dead pit

Into a living paradise.

–Photo by me

road to happiness

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as of late

i meditate

when life

becomes a mess

i close my eyes

and visualize

the road

to happiness

to play this game

i have to name

the hills

i come upon

and then i try

to rectify

the problem

and move on

when at last

all hills are passed

and i have

found my way

sometimes i find

a little sign

saying

write a poem today

 

–photo by me

Haibun: Beaver Dam

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My son Aaron and I are way back in the wilderness of Superior National Forest, and we’ve just stumbled upon a recently constructed beaver dam. Unfortunately, beavers like to lounge around inside their “lodge” where they’re high and dry, and safe from predators during the day. The construction project is all done on the night shift, so we’ll have to settle for some photos of the pond.

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Mama is most likely tending to some little ones inside the lodge, as beavers have from one to four kits in the spring.

One thing there is no shortage of out here is woodticks. We must have pulled twenty or thirty of the little blood-suckers off our legs already. And then there’s lyme disease.

Well, it looks like there will be no tail-slapping activities here today.

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found a beaver dam

a newly built beaver dam–

and no beaver. damn

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–Photos by me