Poetry Friday is hosted today by poet Liz Steinglass, who has just published SoccerVerse, a book of poetry about everything soccer. Check out her page to read some of her drafts and learn about her editing process. Then you can go to the links to more poets sharing work today.
In 1958, when I was five years old, my parents and other relatives set out on a great adventure north.
I have been writing bits and pieces about it for a while, but to push myself to write, I plan to post bits and pieces of their saga here every Friday. They might not be in any kind of order. I just hope to get some kind of reasonable drafts out there.
I appreciate feedback on the construction of the poetry and ideas and questions about what information might be missing.
These days I'm immersed in researching forestry history in British Columbia. My head spins with vocabulary: words for machinery; words for jobs and responsibilities; words for trees and forest conditions; and words for hazards. I'm overwhelmed. I'm trying to figure out what I need and how to use it.
Did you know that tree falling (aside from the charter air industry) was, and still is today, the most dangerous job in North America?
Today's very rough first draft integrates a wee bit of what I'm reading.
This is the sixth poem.
You can read the earlier ones by clicking on the links below.
Ready and Willing
work was dangerous.
So many ways to
almost all of them
to do with logs.
A dead or dying branch or tree
Nursery to a variety of animal and plant species
A dead branch in a tree being felled
A dead tree in an area to be logged
Also known as widow-maker
A few years earlier,
an experienced faller,
had been paralyzed by one.
Almost lost his life.
made good money
My father, working as a
could easily make
a hundred dollars a day.
eager to make some money,
the men set themselves to
get a contract,
make use of the
they had spent
all their money on.