Trap Line
Plain text: Trap Line by George Vukelich The winter man works through this slough trapping the mink and the muskrat too. This is lonely windswept land. Windrowed ice and frozen sand. The man will leave a deep shoe track packing out pelts upon his back. When the ice fields rot…
Planting in Fall
Plain text: Planting in Fall by George Vukelich We planted bulbs one day in Fall the north wind not cooling us at all. My son talking to each and all, Have a good sleep. See you next Spring. The oaks now etched in bold relief. The winter coming like a…
Ogoki Post
Plain text: Ogoki Post by George Vukelich The Albany in flood at Ogoki Post. In the Hudson Bay store, our host the young Scotsman waits to be free. He hates this life and the loneliness most. Across the river, a village of Cree knowing the white man, waiting to see…
One Night, Fishing
This poem was published in the June, 1974 edition of Poet: An International Monthly. Plain text: One Night, Fishing by George Vukelich One night, fishing from the pier I felt a living presence near. Turning to see, turning to hear I saw the bullfrog on the beach. His marsh…
Morning in the Midwest
Plain text: Morning in the Midwest by George Vukelich The First Edition and the breakfast table. They are having floods in California Texas needs rain Closer to home some insane woman leaped to her death from a downtown hotel. Luckily it was not rush hour. Sawdust on our city street…
Holy Places
Plain text: Holy Places by George Vukelich In those days they told us where the holy places were. Mostly places with priests around and crosses sticking in the ground. In these days we don’t tell them where the holy places are. Mostly places without priests or crosses sticking in the…
Finally, Faith
Plain text: Finally, Faith by George Vukelich Finally, finally. I have learned one thing after all. If the birds believed they could not fly. Then the birds would fall.
Flowage in the Fall
Plain text: Flowage in the Fall by George Vukelich The old man has fished this place for years. We fished it only yesterday. One last pike for old times sake before the winter takes this lake. He was not too big but big enough. Still the old man put him…
Deer Yard
Plain text: Deer Yard by George Vukelich Where the current is swift the streams won’t freeze. The deer will yard in the sheltering trees. In this valley all winter long the days are short, yet the sun is strong. With the temperature thirty on a windless day you would swear…