Spirit of the Samoyed.
This poem was given to my owners when I adopted
them. I assume that it is free of copyright and can be used freely. If not I
apologise.
I am as old as time and as young as tomorrow.
I have willingly travelled beside you
throughout the years
And cannot imagine life without you.
I raise my voice now in joyous celebration
with you.
Dog song and human song, blending in natural
harmony forever.
I am the spirit of the Samoyed.
Once there was a time when the
animals and people were closer.
Life was elemental and needs were fewer,
And it was easier to understand the shared
language of life.
I t could almost be said that humankind and
my kind could talk together.
It was at this time that I came to know you
well.
Our lives were full of hardship:
There were clouds of mosquitoes and flies in
the warm time
And wolves and polar bears when it was cold
and dark.
The first of my kind came to herd the
reindeer and were welcomed and respected.
We shared your campfires sleeping lodges and
we also knew great joys.
Long winter nights brought us together for
sleeping.
While colours in the sky changed everything
from white to green to pink and back again.
Crackling like a campfire in the sky.
The smell of roasting game still makes me
hungry:
And we always knew when the moving time would
come
When we heard the ice breaking up in the
rivers.
We were of the Bjelkier and each cycle of
generations brought us closer to you.
So much of what we are today was learned at
that time.
We helped pull the sleds, we moved the
caribou with our joyous barking
And there is not an arctic hare we could not
dig out of its burrow.
Thousands of your years went by and our lives
changed forever
But we always remained by your side.
Whether we were leading Roald Amundsen to the
south pole
Or enduring the man made thunder of the
bombing of England.
Eventually we were found in many countries,
Far from our arctic homes and yet we enjoyed
it for we were with you.
Since we always loved to show off,
These events you call dog shows were easy for
us and and a lot of fun
Sometimes though, we may think that we see an
arctic hare
Just outside the ring….
And our spirits become very willing to
embrace the old ways.
Now we have come together in the Pacific
Northwest
A place of great beauty and spirituality.
This is the land of myth and legend.
The place of the Tglint, the Makah and the
Sasquatch.
This is the land where history is still new
and the past but a heartbeat away.
Some say that if you listen carefully you can
hear the resonance, the song
Of nature in the hills, the rivers, the
trees, the sky.
Some also say it’s a land where stories told
over the campfires
Can invite the old spirits, man and dog, to
come and listen.
Let this be our potlatch
A time of gathering and joyous celebration,
as it was before.
I will come and share your campfires and your
sleeping lodges
And let this be the time when again,
The people and the Samoyed are one.
Let the song of forever continue blending in
perfect harmony~
For I am the Spirit of the Samoyed.