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into keewatin - pt 3.1
by john k zimmerman
Monday, March 17, 2003

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continuing my ride across an intimate landscape. Part 3 itself has three parts and is subtitled LOST

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Today I’m riding the Grey Mule,
Leading Red. Doesn’t’ matter,
We have lost our way. Damn!
Couldn’t go back if we wanted to,

Can’t get where we want to go
The trees and rocks start looking
the same. The road is long and
nondescript. I am lost: without hope.

We cross a bridge, a rickety wooden
bridge over a noisy creek that flows
down from the right. Past the bridge
it turns and follows trail for a while.

Where the creek turns away stands a
Stone lean-to, and a broken down
corral. There’s another four hours
of day light: but i quit for the night.

I unsaddle and groom the mules,
Check and clean there hooves.
Half an hour’s work fixes the corral
I turn em loose, and head for the creek

The creek looks “fishy”, so I set a line
or two upstream from the corral. I
Fill the coffee boiler, collect some
“Squaw wood” and head for the shed.

A boiling fire is the work of s moment
then i sit back to think. How the hell
Did I get here? No farther from the one
no closer to the other. How’d I loose my way?

end pt 1
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Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 3/19/2003
Ha! I loved this, loved the way you decribed some of the lines!

" The stream looked fishy" love it!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/18/2003
Fantastic work, John
Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster 3/18/2003
Wonderful write. Looking forward to next part.
Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy 3/17/2003
I'm tracking you now, don't want to miss the next installment. Good job, great imagery. I was right there.
Reviewed by jude forese 3/17/2003
the best part of this poem is that, it is to be continued...
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 3/17/2003
Great imagery in this jaunt. Fantastic work, John.
Reviewed by Nancy D. 3/17/2003
Well done John, great imagery.

Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/17/2003
entertaining and intriguing series, looking forward to the next chapter;-)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 3/17/2003
Just put you on my tracker so I don't miss out on this series :-)
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 3/17/2003
Good visuals with this, all the way through.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 3/17/2003
I like this john.
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 3/17/2003
Interesting episode!

Sandie Angel :o)
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