EARLY SPRING, ALASKAN HIGHWAYA Poem by Mike KeenanEARLY SPRING, ALASKAN HIGHWAY
as bison amble on the new-born road, licking winter salt. People brandish phones and cameras, dodge dangerously close to the languid beasts that once fed and clothed First Nations long before we shot them for sport just to pass the time.
a bull saunters near me the massive hairy head, a potent battering ram with sharp upturned horns to fashion danger to wolf and bear. The sandy mane and shoulders merge into a body of smooth chocolate, ending in a tiny tail, an afterthought that slowly whisks to and fro in lazy air quite a sight for city folk, the American bison on a Sunday stroll.
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Added on March 16, 2022 Last Updated on March 16, 2022 AuthorMike KeenanKanata, Ontario, CanadaAboutA retired English/Phys-Ed-teacher-Librarian, I write primarily poetry, humour and travel, published in many newspapers & magazines. For poetry feedback, please read my 'Poetry Evaluations' and 'Poetry.. more..Writing
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