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Yes YOU! All you Northern Bloggers, here is your opportunity to get you sun deprived creative juices flowing... Send me your best poem, word picture, song about life in the north. There are no rules, I hate rules. All poems will be judged by me, myself and some of my furry mammals. prizes...yes prizes to be won.Norman wishes you good luck.
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Alright Jen and the Judges, looks like your still up at this early morning hour as well....
Here is my early early morning entry. Just getting back from Christmas Games, so I'm pretty loopy right now.
All Along the Arctic Tundra (can you guess what i'm listening to right now? :-) )
There must be someway out of here,
Other than First Air,
My flight was canceled again,
I can’t get another seat.
Aeroplan, they take my points,
Air Canada, redirected my luggage
None of them along the line realize how pissed I am.
No reason to get excited, I can’t get no Vitamin D,
The sun is gone below the mountains, it’s hard to see
I don’t know when it’s day or night, and this is not the end,
In five short months, the sun won’t go away.
All along the Arctic tundra, the ravens keep circling,
While all the Qadlunaat, wandering blurry eyed came and went.
Outside in the distance a Polar Bear did growl,
Two Hondas were approaching, guns began to sound.
Enjoy! :-)
Colby and I are working on it.
LIVING IN THE COLD NORTH
BY COLBY SCHWARTZ
We live in the cold,
We won’t be here until we are old.
We like to play in the snow,
We yell “sliding we will go”.
We live next to a gas bar,
For snacks, we don’t have to walk far.
It gets dark early in the night,
Soon it will be all light.
I take a bus to school,
I think that it is really cool.
I go to school at EMES,
If you don’t know what it stands for, you have to guess!
Ravens sit on our satellite dish,
Maybe this poem will win me a prize, I wish!
By Colby Schwartz, age 6
With a little help from Mommy
Prizes?? I like prizes!
Okay- here is my entry. It is to the tune of "You are my sunshine". Now, you have to sing it outloud as you go through it. It is much better that way!
Where is the sunshine
That elusive sunshine
It makes me happpyyyy when days are long
You’ll never know sun
How much I miss you
So please come back to me soooooonn
The other night dear
Or was it at nooooon?
When I dreamt of grass so green
When I woke up
At noon in darkness
I take my vitamin and cryyyy
Where is the sunshine
That elusive sunshine
I am going nuts with winter so longgg
Its only 2 weeks
Till I get to Faro
Sun please meet me there soooonn
In honor of Norman:
Really?
Really?
Really?
twenty-three...
I love Jen
Oh yes I do!
I love Jen
and I'll always be true!
when she not with me
I feel blue!
Cause I love Jen
And Norman too! <----snuck that one in for the judges... lol
Okay, here it goes
What do they do on the Tundra
For Fundra? I Wundra
No, I stole that from the Wonder Pets.
Here is one I just wrote
ADAMS SOUND
You don’t even notice it at first
This silence so profound.
You’re so taken with the red wall of rock
Rising out of the frozen sea.
When you turned off the machine
To search for the Falcon, a
Small white blurr against
This expanse of rock.
It is then you realize that
There is no sound.
There is always sound!
Where is it now?
There is always sound,
The hum of lights the laugh
Of your child at play
But nothing breaks this vacumn
As you squint into the distance,
And ache for a break in the silence
It comes on black wings
Whistling above your head
And then you know,
This, this is what the world sounded like
When it was young.
Here's a couple verses from a song I wrote about the decision to come up here:
When I feel as common as a kitchen
I stand as tall as god's grand house
Left the dishes on the counter
I left you with little else
And now the dogs, they just keep barking
at a sun that never sets
and my phone's long stop ringing
but I'm not tired yet
This poem has been bouncing around in my head for months. Thanks for the excuse to finally get it down!
I Live Here
“Where do you live?” she was asked.
“In the brown igluvigak by the inuksugak.” was the reply.
“No, I mean where do you really live?”
…...........
When we moved to the north, we made a choice
To come to a place where we would have a voice
Filling in where we thought there was need
Leaving behind the traffic and the greed
So excited we were to sell all our stuff
Without it we know we still have enough
Life is simpler up here and more relaxed too
If you take the time there’s always something to do
Our family and friends we left far behind
But here in this town we found a new kind
New family, new friends, a new culture to boot
We’ve learned so much but our horns we won’t toot
We try to learn the language though it is hard
From daytime lessons as teachers we’re barred
We know we mess up, but friends give us credit
They know if they help us eventually we’ll get it
As we learn about this culture and this territory
(It makes both a sad and an uplifting story)
We notice “southerners” need more comprehend
And we vow to make a difference to that end
We tell them it’s “Noonavoot”, not “Nonavit”
We want them to see and to be proud of it
For this place is Canada, our country, our heart
This place, these people were here from the start
The beauty of the land and of the people
We still find to be more than ample
Looking out at the horizon as I don my lip balm
Fills my heart with a sense of abandon and calm
Although we left things familiar and comfy alike
And though there are challenges up, down, left and right
We know we live here, right in this spot
We will stay until no more spark we have got
To think of leaving makes my heart so sad
I’m just not sure - sometimes it’s so bad
We love things up here, simple and strange
When things get too hard, we will make a change
But this is the life for now we have chosen
Here in this beautiful land that is frozen
And while we live here, no matter how long
Not visitors, no, - Nunavumiutt strong!
by jennifer of nunablog
Two short entries:
Ode to the mineral guys and my eyes
Diamond dust
a beautiful sight
glittering, refracting
Baffin Island light
Crystals floating
in the air
like tiny gemstones
they are everywhere
and number 2
Don't eat yellow snow
the arctic winter is cold, white and dark.
morning is a vague term in the arctic winter
the rythms of sleep and a full bladder are the best indication of morning
the arctic winter is cold, white and dark
Mr Clean
When I first came to the north in the eighties,
with my southern eyes
and sensible shoes,
I did not understand
why everyone went to the store
each day
it was open.
Anita's father asked her mother
do you want some of that bald headed guy
every day for forty years.
Now
I go to the store every day
and
I do know why
I'm not sure when the prize comes Jen, but I vote for Indigo. Any of the three poems. Nice.
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