Crossing Alaska. That was a great history lesson. Also a lesson in reality. Yes. There are many ways to interpret this

good job, everyone. A lot of ways to interpret this picture.

Thank you Cyntha

Wonderful Gil. An amazing Sci Fi Story

The Arrival

A million years have passed since I stood and took a breath

Now on the bridge of my ship, I look out to see our new planet , a new home to colonized

It seems just like yesterday when our ship, one of many departed

From our dying planet, the ships went in all directions; ours would leave this ancient galaxy for small young galaxy in nearby space

Here our scientist have detected a small planet in the habitable zone, a new place we can call home

But that was a million years ago, when our planet was engulfed in flames, from our dying Sun

In hibernation we placed ourselves, in cylinders of titanium

For the journey would be long, through quantum fold we did go to a place that bends time and space a dimension where we would fly faster than the speed of light, our ship turns into a flow of dark matter only to reappear in this new space, one million years later

Now our destination is at hand, it’s the third planet from its Sun

The blue green one, with a moon that travels with it

From the bridge I can see snow covered mountain peaks above the clouds

All the crew and passengers, are all excited for this day, yes we have come a long way

As the commander of this group I spoke before them:

We have come a long way from our ancient home, this new land is pure and clean, not like the dirty industrial planet where we came from

It’s my hope and dream that we can live in harmony with this environment

We will be landing soon my friends, a new world to explorer, there is many different types of living things that you will find, this place has abundance of food to share, so no one will be without

Now it’s my duty as your leader, to introduce you to our new world, but before I do let’s say a prayer for the ancient world with left behind Heaven was our world where life lasted several billion years now it’s gone. Welcome everyone this Planet shell be called Earth!

Guildford H Windley

March 6, 2018

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Great job ladies, both poems are powerful.

Crossing Alaska

The Alaskans of the Copper Valley

lived a hearty, outdoor, Indian life.

They tended the terrain for centuries

defying harsh weather and climate strife.

These Indians knew how to work the land.

They banded together; man, woman and child.

They lived in underground houses while

moose, antelope and reindeer roamed wild.

For most people, Alaska was too far north;

a laughing stock; William Seward’s folly.

The dark, frigid, arctic days of winter

made existence difficult and melancholy.

Summer hikers and tourists visited

as well as school teachers on break.

They’d camp in the Denali Preserve,

under spindly trees they’d fish the lakes.

But scientists and engineers discovered

oil in the massive forty-ninth state.

They built the Trans-Alaska pipeline

to bring fuel to the lower forty-eight.

From Prudhoe Bay to Valdez,

an ugly eyesore crossed the region.

Which changed the way of life for

native creatures and Indian legions.

The frozen land became polluted.

The wilderness, an oil coated abyss.

With poisoned ponds killing the fish,

the ecological balance became amiss.

Because populated states needed energy

and built the pipeline to harness the oil,

the life the native Alaskans knew before

was forever and permanently spoiled.



The Dreams I See

It is weird how my mind dreams,

I am sinking into sand thinking many things.

What my eyes see, my mind does not know,

Afraid to fall into the unknown, but knowing I have to let go.

Adrift in the vastness; humanity lost,

A colorless vision, my mind turned and tossed.

I try to scream but no sound escapes,

Without a voice there are no sounds to make.

Sweat ‘neath my blanket, a crumpled pillow ‘neath my head,

Fighting the demons that slowly invade my bed.

I kick, I flail, I give off a soundless scream,

And awaken to realize it is only a horrible dream.

© Cynthia Clark