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Jingle Bells and the Timberwolf
by Lyle Berry (Age: 61)
copyright 08-08-2003


Age Rating: 18 to 127

  Jingle Bells and the Timberwolf
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“Well, off you go then!” my Grandmother had tiffed,
and my father’d slogged off thru the powdery drifts
he’d big baked potatoes in both overcoat pockets
to chase away the cold and miserable sniffs.
Scarf wrapped ‘round and ‘round his red, wind-burned cheeks,
It smelled warmly of bacon, toast, grits, eggs and leeks.
Breath pluming like pipe smoke, expelled in his play.
he plunged and shuffled along towards the country road
(lackadaisical progress not unlike a toad),
where the old single horse-drawn neighborhood sleigh
would pick him and some others up for school that crisp day.

Curious about her wild, second youngest son,
Grandma peeked out the kitchen window now and again
to the fields beyond the barnyard where he’d last been seen.
Of his dawdling lazy path she had just taken note
when her heart almost stopped, as it caught in her throat.
A gaunt timber wolf was prowling low in the snow
and stalking her little one quite dreadfully slow.
The wolf crouched way down as he encircled his line;
he’d located a quarry of the most helpless kind.
Gram rushed to the door and she screamed out her lungs,
but the wind wasn’t right and the blizzard’d begun

Completely oblivious, dad tripped unawares -
could have been followed by a pack of grizzly bears.
The wolf knew it too - could smell his dumb innocence,
with a mile to go, before the old hedge row fence.
The closer the wolf got, the greater Grandma’s fear,
but her boy seemed unable or unwilling to hear.
Yet, she ranted and railed in the futile cruel wind.
Came the double run sleigh - six neighbor kids singing,
a sled with brass bells on the harnesses ringing.
The wolf badly startled by this loud sudden fray,
ran deep into the forest – jingle bells saved the day.


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01-06-2006 Roger Crique    

This is truly a masterful depiction of a winter drama that unfolded right before my eyes. I kept going back, to read it over and over and it was not due to the lack of fluidity, to the contrary, the more I kept going back, the clearer the imagery appeared in my mind. This piece is a true metaphor for all those dangerous moments that we (humans) must face, where a little bit of help and luck go a long way. Mother Nature knows when to intervene (Mother knows best). I absolutely loved the way you narrated this piece. I love the words employed and the carefully constructed imagery that it's so unique to you. Thank you for sharing this piece and I hope more of our fellow poets have the opportunity to experience this piece!


08-23-2003 Gregory Christiano    

Excilting tale... I like wilderness stories. This was a close call for sure. Nice story Lyle. And what Dawn has said, it is a true story as well!


08-12-2003 Dawn Staple    

Now that I know this is a true story about your father when he was about six, Lyle, and happened in 1923 in Northern Wisconsin, it is a really fantastic story> I enjoyed it even more the second reading! Thanks, Lyle! DAWN in UK


08-09-2003 Dawn Staple    

First off, I didn't realise that this was written about the father as the relationships confused me. When I read it as a STORY I enjoyed it much more than as a poem (well, I'm funny that way!) DAWN in UK


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