With this trip Phil completed his bucket list.
And Alexa showed what life is like without Spell-check.
And Paige showed there is colour in the winter.
November action
These two works were from a repeater, the second year and a second work, along with a poem.
and to show memories are made on the Rocket….
July works..mostly
Via Heartland
Following the path
your tracks lay down
I feel the spirit of those
who laboured to pin the rails
Upon the ties which
the earth binds so firmly;
Hoping for the future
of the engine which may
Pull the two solitudes
to lasting unity
And guide our passage course
to a land where peace sustains
Trains of thought stirred
by the thrumming beat of
wheels passing over
this glorious land of my birth.
Wayne , December 2012
for the crew of Via
December 21-23, 2012
Kermode
Spirit Bear
It is just a black bear
But he is white
He is special
But he is different
He is strong
He is calm
He is a good fisher
The most efficient
But he is not pretentious
He doesn’t tell everybody,
His soul is protected by the Elders
Moksha”ol
There are a lot of things
He doesn’t tell us
Like why is he white?
He seems like he
Doesn’t like people
But it’s not true
He has a pure heart
Needs to be kept far
From this crazy world
If you see him one day
It’s not because you are lucky
It’s because you have been chosen!
I hope one day
I will meet
This Kermode
Claudie 5/7/13
Found gold
Clickety-clack
Brief little ride
I see the world change,
Even in a short range,
On my brief little ride,
It’s here I decide,
I love living life on the move,
To see it change as I do,
I get to see the trees grow,
Through the rain and the snow,
I see so many faces,
All enjoying the view.
So many new places,
And beautifully old too.
Why stay in one place
When my life can be a race
Journey after journey
Toward another adventure
I’ll watch the world change
On this brief little ride
I can’t help but be inspired
To travel world wide.
Percy Benson
Adventure Awaits . . .
Adventure Awaits . . .
Smiles Giggles People
Clickety Clack Train
Cindy 2/7/13
Onward, Onward The whistle blows, long and clear,
Onward, Onward
The whistle blows, long and clear,
The haunting sound that says we’re near
Onward, onward, passing by
A land so vast that meets the sky,
With secrets many, hidden away.
Not ours to view , no not today
We travel through, a passing guest
We’re on a journey, a special quest
To experience the beauty of a wilderness free,
Not owned by man, not you or me.
A land we borrow, for a moment in time.
A land so free, a land sublime.
And so we travel along our way,
Taking the happiness of the day
As the whistle blows, so long and clear,
The haunting sound that says We’re near.
Denise Tugwell, UK
8.6.2013
June Works, 1
some Haiku..
Tracks by Pat..
and a window, The Chilliman
Rupert Rocket Art 