Chugach dwells in
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“The Edge of Chugach”
by: Susan Haley
Three Poppies of yellow,
the resolute progeny of seeds blown astray.
A clump of solitude along the roadside
at the edge of Chugach.
Spruce sentinels, a pair,
limbs saluting a cerulean sky,
mark entrance into the deep woods . . .
just beyond the edge of Chugach.
A fern-garnished carpet covers a rock-walled hollow.
Sunrays slicing through the trees,
dance on wildflower petals amidst hues of green.
A deep woods cathedral in Chugach,
pungent earth smells its holy incense.
Yet scarred, by a glacier’s stroll,
the rock rises as testament to the pulsating Planet
ever on the move with eternal possibilities
and writing the new epitaph of a restless soul.
On a small mound of moss,
embraced by a lone seedling spruce,
shielded from the elements by the scarred rock.
In this Cathedral of Chugach,
we left remnants of a passed soul.
In this Eden realm called Chugach,
drawn here by the restless spirit
of one unfulfilled dream . . . a deep woods forest, nestled
near the foot of a glacial mountain in the Athabascan north.
His final words to me, “Never give up . . .”
He never did.
He, now, will be absorbed
into the Alaskan forest of Chugach
sharing his Energies with a seedling spruce.
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Susan Haley (for Jerry A. Haley) © July 2010