Column – Didee & Didoo

SO MUCH TO DO Little old ladies are sweet an’ they have little feet. They pretend to be mad but they’re always glad. Their English

Walks When I go for my walks I wear out my socks. I wear out my soles and my shoes has holes. I always walk

Sorry Folks no poem this week

Sorry Folks No Poem This Week.

BEST COACH  DIDOO WAS THE BEST COACH ‘CAUSE SHE HAD THE WINNING APPROACH. SHE SHOWED ME HOW TO RUN ON SNOWSHOES AN’ SHE NEVER TAUGHT

SOMETIMES I’M DUMB  SOMETIMES MY MIND IS BLANK LIKE AN EMPTY GAS TANK. SOMETIMES I CAN’T THINK AN’ MY MEMORY IS ON THE BRINK. SOMETIMES

MY NEW WORDS INSTEAD OF CARIBOU MEETING YOU CAN SAY CARIBOU MEATING. INSTEAD OF EDIBLE YOU CAN SAY EATABLE THEY SPELL SEAGULL BUT I SPELL

COLD RUSH IN THE SUMMER THE MOSQUITOS WILL BITE IN THE WINTER THE FROST WILL BITE. WHEN YOU GO TO THE OUTHOUSE YOU WEAR YOUR

TOUGHEST GWICHIN SHE WAS AS TOUGH AS ROCKS MY GREAT GRANDMA MARGARET BLACKFOX. SHE WAS THE TOUGHEST GWICHIN ‘CAUSE ANY RACE SHE CAN WIN. DIDOO

BILL SMITH HIS NAME IS BILL SMITH, AND TABITH HE STAY WITH. SHE WAS HIS GWITCH’IN WIFE, AND THEY LIKE THE BUSH LIFE. BILL WAS

THROUGH THE EYES OF AN ELDER  I SEE THROUGH THE EYES OF AN ELDER NOT THROUGH THE HELMET OF A WELDER. IF YOU SEE THROUGH

SEWING  MY AUNTIE MAKES EXTRA BUCKS WHEN SHE SEWS MUKLUKS. WHEN SHE SEWS BEAVER MITTS AUNTIE NEVER CALLS IT QUITS. SHE MAKES TEA IN DIPPERS

THE GREAT OUTDOORS  ANIMALS ON ALL FOURS, LIVE IN THE GREAT OUTDOORS. ANIMALS GIVE BIRTH, ON THEIR MOTHER EARTH. THIS IS THEIR HOME, WHERE THEY

CRYING  I CONSIDER MYSELF A STRONG GUY, BUT I ALWAYS SEEM TO CRY. I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO TRY, ‘CAUSE I KNOW HOW TO CRY.

I ALWAYS SIT AND THINK AND I WRITE IT IN INK I ALWAYS THINK LOTS AN’ I WRITE DOWN MY THOTS MY IDEAS GET BIGGER

Allan Benjamin is a cartoonist from Old Crow, Yukon.

WINTER IS GONE WHEN I SEE A SWAN I KNOW WINTER IS GONE. WHEN I HEAR A ROBIN SING I KNOW ITS FINALLY SPRING. WE

HOT SPELL YOU DON’T THINK ABOUT YOUR WINTER CLOTHES AN’ YOU WON’T FREEZE YOUR NOSE. YOU WON’T FREEZE YOUR SEAT AN’ YOU WON’T FREEZE YOUR

She was born in Old Crow, under a colourful rainbow, where the caribou roam, this is where she calls home. There the snow is so

I come from Old Crow, where the Porcupine River flow. A small isolated log cabin town, where you’ll hear my fiddle sound. I am from

Walk a mile in her shoes? Well, I have some bad news. Her shoes are small size, which is not made for guys. Her high

When you look into our elders’ eyes, you can tell that they are wise. When you hold their hand, it’s obvious they lived off the