7 STARS FOR 7 BEARS

A Praise Poem for our Teton Stars: Mama Grizzlies 399 and 610

                                              by Lyn Dalebout

                              

1. our Bears are numbered

610 and 399

a daughter and her mother

five cubs in tow

combined

these Bears were given numbers

the first time they were trapped

marked with ear tags~choke chains

a way of being tracked

2. we’ve watched them trade one cub

traveling

between two moms

sometimes it seems all 7

are functioning as one

3. Bears are sidereal Sagittarians

born in the underground spring

hatched beneath the Earth

in the sign of

vision

birthing the new dream

4. we are blessed by

Bear ambassadors

fierce love and protection

inhabits their souls

Grizzly Mothers

Bear Mothers

in honoring

them

we become more

whole

5. Ursa Major   Ursa Minor

7 stars in each heavenly Bear

Ursa Major    Ursa Minor

Great Bear and Little Bear

celestial Bears   earthly Bears

mirror one another

emissaries

visionaries

~how to live amongst each Other~

6.are Bears days numbered?

indeed

if we ignore their needs

vast room to roam

              free

hundreds of miles to move

             unseen

our Bears are numbered

so in deeds

we must hold strong

guarding the wildness of territory

more land

that’s what keeps them from harm

7.               These 7 Bears

                  are our 7 Stars

                     thankfully

             ~they hold our hearts~

 

Lyn Dalebout lives in Moose Wyoming in Jackson Hole beneath the majestic Grand Teton mountains. For more information about her astrological services, teaching, writing and poetry, please visit her web site: www.earthwordskyword.com, lyn@earthwordskyword.com

Exquisite Praying Mantis

In my grandfather’s garden on St. Mary’s Street,

they crept, stemmy creatures with Popeye arms.

Every day at lunch we assembled toy blocks

with letters around the chipmunk’s fountain.

Eating peaches, juice running down our chins,

sticking fingers tossing pits in the grass,

watching the clouds fly by and imagining the

exquisite animals,

feeling the clouds filling my eyes, throwing

all the strange creatures into shadows of shapes.

The winged creatures donned their shadows,

landing beneath the clouds in peace,

two and two flew throughout the night,

and all five felt the magic of flight.

- by Mary Lynn Callahan, Tammy Christel, Meg Daly, Alice Grant, Sue Mortensen, Benj Sinclair, and Olivia Wheeler

This poem was created at the National Museum of Wildlife Art in conjunction with the “Exquisite Animal” exhibit, which runs through February 5, 2012, at 2820 Rungius Road.

Exquisite Heron

The great blue heron broke her driftwood pose;

her wings plumed wide, over the stream she rose.

Rising high above the crystal waters,

a journey to a far off place she goes.

Floating on the air

the eagles’ wings flow,

gnashing their teeth

on a rumpus they go.

Glistening in the moonlight,

the blue, blue moonlight,

shimmering beams of stars

dance gleefully in azure.

Points of light coming from

how far? No one is sure.

- by Meleta Buckstaff, Carrie Geraci, Amy Goicoechea, Jennifer Hoffman, Doug Miller, Terry Roice, and Carol Schneebeck

This poem was created at the National Museum of Wildlife Art in conjunction with the “Exquisite Animal” exhibit, which runs through February 5, 2012, at 2820 Rungius Road.

Exquisite Chickadee

Dapper chap in your cap

and ebony cravat, sing, sing!

Though darkness brings fearsome shadows,

within the blackness there be stars.

So sing into the night,

sing until the sky shines like diamonds.

In the dawn, the cold rocks grace your skin.

Pick up the red balloon and run.

And the sun

calls all beings into life.

Livin’ the dream!

- by Meg Daly, Kjera Strom Henrie, Elizabeth Kingwill, Rob Kingwill, and Abbie Miller

This poem was created at the National Museum of Wildlife Art in conjunction with the “Exquisite Animal” exhibit, which runs through February 5, 2012, at 2820 Rungius Road.

Exquisite Porcupine

She nibbles on old wooden steps,

wild roses shrink away in awe,

ambles on her way

poking around… curiously,

wondering why…

but knowing not.

The dark lines

would lead her back.

The bees get their breakfast,

“Eat at Joe’s.”

I didn’t know I would come

but I wanted to.

The snakes undulating all the way

through wildflowers.

- by Matt Daly, Fred Kingwell, Wendy Merrick, Mimi, Sue Mortensen, Carol Schneebeck, and Connie Wieneke

This poem was created at the National Museum of Wildlife Art in conjunction with the “Exquisite Animal” exhibit, which runs through February 5, 2012, at 2820 Rungius Road.