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Poems About and Around Minnesota

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Comment from Just2Write
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This is a nice trek into the woods with your Rubaiyat Poetry. It is also fitting that Robert Frost's famous Rubaiyat was 'Stopping by woods on a snowy evening.' When using AABA and adding stanzas, BBCB CCDC etc., the form is also called chain poetry, because of the way the rhymes continue in a link.
I'm impressed that you are an accomplished outdoorsman. I go for whimpy walks in the forest all the time, but it has been many, many years since I braved the forest with only wits and water.
Rose.

 Comment Written 10-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 10-Apr-2016
    Thank you Rose. I'm afraid my woodsman days are over. I settle for walks in woods too these days.
Comment from Liberty Justice
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WOW! Simply divine. A true outdoors man so rugged and fierce. Those must have been some wild adventurous times. Writing is so intense and suspenseful. Verses intertwine and move with flowing tunes to make poem so lovely. WELL DONE! No wonder I have so much competition. liberty justice

 Comment Written 08-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 08-Apr-2016
    Thank you Liberty.
Comment from nancy_e_davis
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Wow that's a big pack. I bet it WAS heavy. You look like a true mountain man in the picture. Ah sweet youth. It passes
so quickly yet we thought it would last forever. The "Interlocking Rubiyat" is an interesting form. You did it justice Tom. Well done! Nancy

 Comment Written 08-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 08-Apr-2016
    Well thank you very much Nancy. Oh yes, to get those days of youth back. Glad you liked the poem and form.
Comment from Pantygynt
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The rhyme scheme seems to mirror the content in that the third linking line providing the bulk of the subsequent stanza's rhyme gives the impression of eternity, that it will like these vast woodlands go on forever.

It is the size as well as the variety of fauna that differs your experiences from mine here in UK. It is of course, quite possible to do the big camping/hiking thing here but the wilderness effect gets lost when you meet someone out for a Sunday afternoon's stroll with the dog.

The only time I think have come anywhere near to the experience of remoteness that you describe was in the jungle, but that is so dense that you don't get any feeling of vastness. It can be almost claustrophobic.

 Comment Written 08-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 08-Apr-2016
    Thank you Pantygynt. The jungle does make an interesting counterpoint. I haven't experienced that.
reply by Pantygynt on 08-Apr-2016
    It's claustrophobic. You can't see more than a few yards. Plenty to hear though, particularly at night. Canoeing not recommended -- crocodiles!
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
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Adventurous youth time. An experience you will probably never forget. The poem describes the adventure very well and the notes are very helpful.

 Comment Written 08-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 08-Apr-2016
    Thank you Sandra.
Comment from ciliverde
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Beautiful, Tom. I thought at First glance at the photo had to be you, and I was fascinated to learn about your travels through the boundary waters. The form is most appealing, as is the subject matter. I've heard the area is really wonderful and I am not surprised to hear that you so enjoyed spending time there. I may have to try this for myself, you have inspired me- and not for the first time!
Carol

 Comment Written 08-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 08-Apr-2016
    Thank you Carol. These days it's a lot more crowded up there, but still beautiful. Those lakes were carved out of pure granite and are very clear, so much so, that we drank to cold water straight out of the lakes, without even treating it. You could see all the way to the bottom and see the fish swimming by.
Comment from Joan E.
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I thought I recognized you as a young man--you certainly were in good shape to carry all that weight on the portage. I liked the pattern of your rhymed quatrains and the interlinking. Here's to a free spirit in the wilderness for many more years- Joan

 Comment Written 08-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 08-Apr-2016
    Thank you Joan, I'm afraid those days are over, now. But it's fun to look back.
Comment from Jannypan (Jan)
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I enjoyed your poem. The format is great. I like that you explained it so well in the notes. The picture is straight out of 1967 [your telling your age]. It is a great picture, though.

Your story told through this format was super. I enjoyed the rhyme and great flow. This seems to be a wilderness area, right? Your words are very descriptive. You make the reader feel as if s/he is right there with you carrying those heavy loads.

Good job and thanks for sharing.


 Comment Written 07-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 07-Apr-2016
    Thank you jannypan. Yes, it is a
    Wilderness area located half in Nothern Minnesota and half in Canada. It has hundreds of lakes connected by portage.
Comment from rmj09
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The poem focus getting away from ?civilization.
The poem story line development the call of the wild pulls at him, the magical call of a loon, the eerie tune without the touch of the moon, to places only the compass points, in a sleek canoe paddling lakes and throwing out fishing lures, Ways of the Wilderness aren't taught in school they are learned in the woods, it sets the spirit free to travel where no city fools will be.
The emotion felt joy in the mental picture drawn.
The natural pauses give us the reader time to visualize the poem and understand it.
Keep on writing.

I live on a 100 acre lake and was sitting out at the lake, which is a quarter of a mile from the lake. I was watching and listening to the loon, it is only a visitor as our lake is to busy for them to stay. I watch the deer, fox, raccoons, opossum, squirrels, chipmunks, bald eagles, osprey, hawks, song birds. I watched a small flock (8) whooping cranes fly over one day. Spring is a wonderful time for seeing birds that are only visitors. My lake becomes very dangerous when a storm is coming and the city fools get into trouble every time.

 Comment Written 07-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 07-Apr-2016
    Thank you r just. Sounds like heaven to me.
Comment from Lannell912
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Never been but your vivid piece just left me with a wet sox feeling. I could hear the river flow your words did the same thing they had a nice ripple to them well put together. A FRIEND Lannell912 PRA4ME

 Comment Written 07-Apr-2016


reply by the author on 07-Apr-2016
    Thank you Lanell. Water does that to me too.
reply by the author on 07-Apr-2016
    Thank you Lannell. Water dies that to me too.