Living on the Edge


When the iron ore ran out,

The mine pit was abandoned,

And there it sat for years,

A gaping wound in the earth;

A world of rocks and dirt

And sheer cliffs of stone

Devoid of any sign of life–

Till Mother Nature moved in

And started redecorating.

She filled the great hole

With crystal clear water

And hung living wallpaper

Over the barren cliffs.

She turned it into a world

Of birds and rainbow trout;

Of beautiful, swaying trees

And plants of every kind.

She turned the dead pit

Into a living paradise.

–Photo by me

road to happiness


as of late

i meditate

when life

becomes a mess

i close my eyes

and visualize

the road

to happiness

to play this game

i have to name

the hills

i come upon

and then i try

to rectify

the problem

and move on

when at last

all hills are passed

and i have

found my way

sometimes i find

a little sign


write a poem today


–photo by me

Haibun: Beaver Dam


My son Aaron and I are way back in the wilderness of Superior National Forest, and we’ve just stumbled upon a recently constructed beaver dam. Unfortunately, beavers like to lounge around inside their “lodge” where they’re high and dry, and safe from predators during the day. The construction project is all done on the night shift, so we’ll have to settle for some photos of the pond.


Mama is most likely tending to some little ones inside the lodge, as beavers have from one to four kits in the spring.

One thing there is no shortage of out here is woodticks. We must have pulled twenty or thirty of the little blood-suckers off our legs already. And then there’s lyme disease.

Well, it looks like there will be no tail-slapping activities here today.

* * *

found a beaver dam

a newly built beaver dam–

and no beaver. damn


–Photos by me


Einstein Quote


My new ride. Harry Potter had his Nimbus 2000. This is my Stimulus 2020.

There are so many nice, winding bicycle trails linking the small towns of the Iron Range now. Paved and groomed, they’re great for the “mature” bicyclist such as myself.

Like walking or jogging, there’s something about doing it that helps you jostle things into place in your head, and keeps the body balanced–which brings me to the quote by Albert Einstein:

“Life is like riding a bike.

To keep balanced,

you must keep moving.”


–Photos by me


Say Again, Cap’n?


The ship was in great peril;

Her hull had sprung a leak,

And so our captain called the crew

On deck so he could speak:

“We’re working to repair the hull,”

He crooned, clearing his throat,

“Until we do, our big bilge pump

Will keep the ship afloat,

And as repairs may take some time,

I’m making this decree:

All non-essential items

Must be thrown into the sea.”

And yet the ship sunk faster,

And our frantic captain roared,

“That pump is too damned heavy,

We must throw it overboard!”