Ice is no friend of mine, great grinding gray ghoul,
spitting out bones, come spring. I know their names:
Bowee, Jonathan, Jared, the winter road builder,
our Janitor’s son. Do we not grow cold fast enough
in our little last houses with no heat?
Author notes
These are names of people from the North, friend's of mine, who the ice has eaten.
The picture is Bowee on her rv....there are only about six vehicles in the community,maintenance vehicles ...the rest use motorbikes ,skidoos, rvs or feet.
Many tribes in the north bury their dead and then build little hosues over them.
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A contest entry
- FIVE LINES - Anything! #2 by AliceinPoetryLand.
300 points, ended February 20, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A beautiful tribute my sister..I remember you speaking of Bowee years ago. It is such a hard life up there. Im glad you are here now.
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Sorry for your loss. It was 70 degrees here to day...
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A bit of darkness and sadness mixed here for me. Still very nicely written. I wish you well in the contest.
Sam
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I foudn out today, I lost a friend of mine...my ta....I worked with for two years....5 days a week. she was the sweetest most loving person I have worked with...
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This is a very emotional write and sounds very sad to me. Sensitively penned.
Thank you for this fine entry and good luck in my contest
Gaylene
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Bowee was so creative and so loving..my kids lvoed her..so did I. It is a harsh life up there. It can get o -74C with wind chill and stay that way for days on end.
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