POEMS AND STORIES by Karen LaFountain

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THE ENCOUNTER!

There is something in the distance, I can see the glow of yellow eyes;
Solemn and knowing, waiting,

Oh how his eyes did shine!
As my headlights hold his steady gaze, I cannot yet make out its kind.

He begins to move slowly in a crouch low to the ground;
Soon, it pounces effortlessly, remarkably without a sound.

He appears as large as a St. Bernard!
And remains 10 feet away, perched upon a rock, as he watches me with a strange regard.

I should back my car up and leave this place;
But the creature calls my attention, by way of his steady gaze!

I am drawn to his solemn stare, I feel him saying he is incredibly lonely;
I want to reach out, but afraid to leave my car, not just me alone, only!

Suddenly! He jumps effortlessly from his perch on the rock;
At this unsuspected action, my heart begins to knock!

He lands on my car’s hood, then through my windshield peers in on me;
I was mesmerized by his grandeur and gentleness, so it seemed.

“What do I do now”, I say to myself;
When this wolf leaps with such stellar and stealth!

I knew he possessed the strength to kill me, yet strangely, I felt only peace;
But just as calmness seemed to take me, the wolf took his leave!

Yet, as he stayed by my car, so I opened my window just enough, and I began to speak;
Hopefully to soothe our fears, and bring us both some calm relief.

I softly called him “sweet one”, and heartily I smiled;
He whined quietly, then moved closer to my car’s side.

He then leaned with his body, and turned his face to mine;
He howled then with longing, or so I did decide!

I wanted to remove our barrier, and reach out to touch his head;
But fear kept me inside my walls, so I spoke to him instead!

The beautiful beast stayed where he was, his glistening gaze followed;
I felt such pain in my heart, wondering why his eyes held such sorrow.

But alas, I knew I could not stay, and I began to back away;
However, the wolf seemed to plead with me, begging me to stay.

They say the wolf is mystical, and yes, I would agree;
For my encounter with this iconic predator, only brought me peace.

Now, a tear slips slowly down my face as I remembered his;
And the indelible mark upon my heart, inscribed when my eyes met his!

 

 

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POEMS AND STORIES by Karen LaFountain

THE ENCOUNTERavatar_1508320861978186552231.jpg

THE ENCOUNTER!

There is something in the distance, I can see the glow of yellow eyes;
Solemn and knowing, waiting,

Oh how his eyes did shine!
As my headlights hold his steady gaze, I cannot yet make out its kind.

He begins to move slowly in a crouch low to the ground;
Soon, it pounces effortlessly, remarkably without a sound.

He appears as large as a St. Bernard!
And remains 10 feet away, perched upon a rock, as he watches me with a strange regard.

I should back my car up and leave this place;
But the creature calls my attention, by way of his steady gaze!

I am drawn to his solemn stare, I feel him saying he is incredibly lonely;
I want to reach out, but afraid to leave my car, not just me alone, only!

Suddenly! He jumps effortlessly from his perch on the rock;
At this unsuspected action, my heart begins to knock!

He lands on my car’s hood, then through my windshield peers in on me;
I was mesmerized by his grandeur and gentleness, so it seemed.

“What do I do now”, I say to myself;
When this wolf leaps with such stellar and stealth!

I knew he possessed the strength to kill me, yet strangely, I felt only peace;
But just as calmness seemed to take me, the wolf took his leave!

Yet, as he stayed by my car, so I opened my window just enough, and I began to speak;
Hopefully to soothe our fears, and bring us both some calm relief.

I softly called him “sweet one”, and heartily I smiled;
He whined quietly, then moved closer to my car’s side.

He then leaned with his body, and turned his face to mine;
He howled then with longing, or so I did decide!

I wanted to remove our barrier, and reach out to touch his head;
But fear kept me inside my walls, so I spoke to him instead!

The beautiful beast stayed where he was, his glistening gaze followed;
I felt such pain in my heart, wondering why his eyes held such sorrow.

But alas, I knew I could not stay, and I began to back away;
However, the wolf seemed to plead with me, begging me to stay.

They say the wolf is mystical, and yes, I would agree;
For my encounter with this iconic predator, only brought me peace.

Now, a tear slips slowly down my face as I remembered his;
And the indelible mark upon my heart, inscribed when my eyes met his!

 

 

THE ENCOUNTER

avatar_1508320861978186552231.jpg

THE ENCOUNTER!

There is something in the distance, I can see the glow of yellow eyes;

Solemn and knowing, waiting, oh how his eyes did shine!

As my headlights hold his steady gaze, though I cannot yet make out its kind.

He begins to move slowly in a crouch low to the ground;

Soon, it pounces effortlessly, remarkably without a sound.

He appears as large as a St. Bernard!

And remains 10 feet away, perched upon a rock, as he watches me with a strange regard.

I should back my car up and leave this place;

But the creature calls my attention, by way of his steady gaze!

I am drawn to his solemn stare, I feel him saying he is incredibly lonely;

I want to reach out, but afraid to leave my car, not just me alone, only!

Suddenly! He jumps effortlessly from his perch on the rock;

At this unsuspected action, my heart begins to knock!

He lands on my car’s hood, then through my windshield peers in on me;

I was mesmerized by his grandeur and gentleness, so it seemed.

“What do I do now”, I say to myself;

When this wolf leaps with such stellar and stealth!

I knew he possessed the strength to kill me, yet strangely, I felt only peace;
But just as calmness seemed to take me, the wolf took his leave!

Yet, as he stayed by my car, so I opened my window just enough, and I began to speak;
Hopefully to soothe our fears, and bring us both some calm relief.

I softly called him “sweet one”, and heartily I smiled;
He whined quietly, then moved closer to my car’s side.

He then leaned with his body, and turned his face to mine;
He howled then with longing, or so I did decide!

I wanted to remove our barrier, and reach out to touch his head;
But fear kept me inside my walls, so I spoke to him instead!

The beautiful beast stayed where he was, his glistening gaze followed;
I felt such pain in my heart, wondering why his eyes held such sorrow.

But alas, I knew I could not stay, and I began to back away;
However, the wolf seemed to plead with me, begging me to stay.

They say the wolf is mystical, and yes, I would agree;
For my encounter with this iconic predator, only brought me peace.

Now, a tear slips slowly down my face as I remembered his;
And the indelible mark upon my heart, inscribed when my eyes met his!

 

Clearing Clearwater

The following is an article from good friend and Speak For Wolves Organizer and promoter.

He is well versed and quite knowledgeable in wildlife and wilderness ecosystems and habitat biodiversity. If you care about the sustainability of our forests then please read!

Brett Haverstick: The future of the Nez Perce-Clearwater National Forests, Idaho

OPINION
Brett Haverstick: The future of the Nez Perce-Clearwater National Forests is in jeopardy
Sat., March 10, 2018

By Brett Haverstick

An informal public comment period just ended regarding the development of alternatives for the new forest plan on the Nez Perce-Clearwater National Forests in north central Idaho. The plan will provide management direction for these forests over the next 10-30 years.

A Draft Environmental Impact Statement (DEIS) for the revision is expected in December, in which there will be another opportunity for public involvement. The recent comment period was an opportunity for citizens to shape those alternatives.

It’s unfortunate that Forest Supervisor Cheryl Probert was unwilling to schedule a public meeting in Spokane, despite the fact that many people from Eastern Washington visit these forests, particularly the North Fork Clearwater.

The Forest Plan DEIS will contain a range of alternatives for the public to consider, including the acreage of recommended wilderness for these two forests, how much road building and logging will occur and where, and whether the new plan will contain measurable and enforceable standards for soils, sediment levels, old growth and fish and wildlife habitat. Since the forest plan is a contract with the public, it is critical for it to contain a high level of accountability.

The Forest Service indicated in its initial proposed action (2014) that it wants to increase logging on these forests from current annual levels of 40-50 million board feet to 150 million board feet! In order to triple the cut, the new forest plan would not contain any of the measurable and enforceable standards mentioned above, and instead would allow the development of some of the best fish and wildlife habitat in the Lower 48.

The Nez Perce-Clearwater National Forests have tremendous biodiversity, and offer crucial habitat for threatened bull trout, Chinook salmon and steelhead populations. Canada lynx, fisher, wolverines, gray wolves, mountain goats, harlequin ducks, herds of elk, mule deer and bighorn sheep also live here. These forests are considered a recovery area for grizzly bears. All of these species, and their habitat, would be threatened by the agency’s proposed forest plan. The Forest Service should help these populations persist on both forests by protecting their diverse habitat types. Unfortunately, the agency has indicated it intends to do just the opposite.

A paltry 20 percent of the 1.5 million acres of roadless wildlands on the forests was recommended for wilderness in the early draft forest plan (2014), with the rest being threatened with development, including increased off-road vehicle abuse. Places like the Kelly Creek Roadless Area could receive some protection but be fragmented by snowmobiles. Portions of the beloved Mallard-Larkins Roadless Area could be vulnerable to development. The Weitas Creek Roadless Area, the heart of Wild Clearwater Country, may receive no protection at all, despite being the biggest roadless area in the entire basin.

If there is a favorite place that you go hunting or fishing, you should feel uneasy about the direction these forests are heading. If there is a special place that your family visits every year to go camping and hiking, you should be concerned at the potential for greater development and increased off-road vehicle abuse. If you feel that our national forests should be managed as reservoirs of biodiversity and clean drinking water, instead of managed as tree farms, you should be alarmed.

Contact the Nez Perce-Clearwater National Forests Planning Team at fpr_npclw@fs.fed.us. Tell them to schedule a public meeting in Spokane for citizens to learn more about this important process. Forest Supervisor Probert should not be able to shortchange the public, and our democracy, in an effort to hand control of our public wildlands and watersheds to the timber industry.

Brett Haverstick is the education and outreach director with Friends of the Clearwater, a public lands advocacy group based in Moscow, Idaho.

PUBLISHED: MARCH 10, 2018, MIDNIGHT
Tags: Brett Haverstick, Nez Perce-Clearwater National Forests

CRITICAL POET

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Being a perfectionist makes poetry writing a never ending story!

It isn’t that it has to be perfect, so I can receive some kind of glory.

It is something inside of me that can’t leave well enough alone;

Second guessing every word, to find it’s meaningful home!

I know I’ve always been this way, questioning the value of my worth;

Perhaps in my youth, I was humiliated when I failed to present good work.

Through some act or deed I had failed somehow, and my face went red with shame;

But, I learned that my feelings though hurt, would recover just the same.

My heart has always led my life, destined to be a poet from birth;

I write to right life’s social ills and to fight for ethical worth.

I will continue to critique, though urgency guides this poet’s hand;

There is so much injustice, and little time, please join me and make a stand!

By Karen LaFountain https://Wolvesbelongandwritingwrongs.wordpress.com