♫ 10/320 — We drew closer and closer to the great mountain ...

♫ 10/320 —

We drew closer and closer to the great mountain on the Northeastern edge of the property. The estate grounds were alive—I was convinced of that. The nearer we drew to the mountain, the larger it grew in all directions. As the caribou drew closer to the mountain their pace quickened. Enthusiasm emanated from the galloping herbivores and suddenly the sound of one waterfall chorused with another, and another, and another.

The wonder of the mountain sang forth in its full astonishing and miraculous nature through the billowing mists of cataracts which wept down its side faces. Into the lovely, lush, billowing mist our friends galloped gleefully. Moments into the caribous waltz into the mist of the mountain's descending cataracts, we could no longer see them, we could only hear them.

Early the Caribou Rise to the Song of a New Days Sun, a Guided Meditation, a Poem.

Early the Caribou Rise to the Song of a New Days Sun.
A guided meditation, a poem.
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.

Early the caribou rise to the song of a new days sun.
Up to a grand window we walk to witness the scene.
The birds provide a variety of musical sounds,
some of their songs are new and some are old favorites.

Down in our castles keep, there is a shining repository.
It is fun to look upon our collection of treasures.
The path of the caribou suggests their travels lean towards a lovely lake.

We temporarily leave our fulfilling work upon the table,
and ride quietly alongside the caribou collective.

The grand lake comes into view,
it is only partially frozen.
Slow floes in the distance cause audible cracks in the ice.
The thin tops of the lake's far center fail and then reform, infinitely.

Although our excursion is extravagant, it is well within our means.
The caribou welcome our company, and kinship.

Singing From the Down Center of a Frosted Ravine, an Opera Meditation, a Poem

Singing from the Down Center of a Frosted Ravine
an Opera Meditation, a Poem.
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited

Singing from the down center of a frosted ravine,

the call of a fatherly caribou howls. ) ))

^ Up it rises until its immense sound shakes snow from small bent branches.
 Birds spin out in a flight of response.
Clouds glide over the stage consistently,

moving Northeast against the progression of the caribou.

You are an audience to this from a castle balcony.

Its warm interiors are just a few safe footsteps away.
You, ________, have accumulated great wealth,
the kind which affords you this and many other luxuries,
such as magical sleighs which get you here,

there,

and anywhere you wish to go.

Your cupboards bear the weight of the finest, slaughter-free-foods.

as the caribou pass joyously through the grand gardens of one of your great castles.

You Can Hear a Choir of Caribou - If You Listen Closely, a Free Verse Poem

You Can Hear a Choir of Caribou - If You Listen Closely
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.

You can hear a choir of caribou - if you listen closely.
Hear them crossing a snow covered stage.
Their rhythmic chatter is a complex opera,
which only a cultured audience could understand.

Caribou One

All of the Arctic airs listen.
Each singular moment of their performance seems especially spacious.
The sun is a faithful follow spot,
laying its light upon the harmless herd.

A diverse audience overlooks the herbivores.
This audience consists of men, women, boys and girls.
These wise spectators look on from afar.

Not too far, but far enough to see the herd as one,
and the hills as one,
and the snow, and the silent spectators - as one.