And the Winner of our Northern Bard poetry contest is…
Don Green
The subject line on the email began, “DON YOU HAVE WON” and I was reaching for the delete button until I saw rest of subject line, “THE CONDOR POETRY CONTEST!” Then I thought, “Maybe I better read this.” I had no expectation of winning, in fact my wife Joanne and I had never even talked about where we would go or what we would do if I won the contest. So now the fun of planning our trip begins. We feel blessed.
The Ballad of Baldy and White-Tail
They met by design,
Baldy and the Fraulein.
When they boarded the flight,
On that Frankfurt night.
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A stirring was felt,
As each fasten their seat belt.
The engines then roared,
On board Condor they soared.
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“I have noticed your white head.
And when we broke our bread,
You lifted your beak to the sky.
May I ask you why?”
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“Before I dine,
My head I incline.
Thanks I am professing,
For my every blessing.”
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But please tell me your story.
What takes you to my Territory?”
“I come to see lakes of greenish blue in wilds untamed,
And Your Tombstone Mountains so acclaimed.”
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“As for me I am returning from Germany,
Where I journeyed to see,
Well kept hardwood trees,
Cathedral spires, and frieze.”
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In Whitehorse they touched down.
Baldy gladly showed White-Tail his town.
“I know where we can catch fish without failing.
Would you care to join me for a dinner of grayling?”
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And before they dined,
Their heads inclined,
Thanks they were professing,
For their every blessing.
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Now often they ponder,
If it was not for Condor;
Life would be boring.
Alone they would be soaring.
Poem Style: Ballad
