(Contributed by our son, Jordan Blair, commercial pilot of Winnipeg and parts North. Nice work Jord.)

He paused a while atop a ledge
His cold, wet nostrils flared
And stole a glance over the edge
Where brave men scarcely dared

His call rang out both shrill and true
'Cross stoic Jack-pine stands
And told a tale of derring-do
'Midst rugged Northern lands

Of snarling battles in the brush 
With other furry foes
And timid river crossing's rush
Thin ice beneath his toes

He knew these parts and knew them well
Like all God's creatures should
And secrets he would never tell
This keeper of the woods. 


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