Around the Bend and Along the Creek
Posted May 31st, 2018 by riboy7
May 31st, 2018
Around the Bend and Along the Creek
It was a cold day in November.
The man shrugged on his worn gray coat
And stepped into the icy world.
He trudged through knee deep snow to the old machine;
A yank on the cord, a twist of a key, and the snowmachine leapt to life.
The boy and the mother were out in the cold
Harnessing the dogs and hooking them up.
The boy hopped into the dogsled
And covered himself in blankets and furs.
The mother made for the runners
But the movement spurred the dogs
They were excited and anxious to run.
They bucked and strained and the hook was dislodged
They took off through the snow
Down the hill they went away.
Down to the creek, they sped across
Leaving the mother far behind.
And the boy still in the sleigh
The dogs flew for miles and miles
Down the creek and nearing the bend
And then stopping, in the middle of nowhere;
The hook embedded deep into the snow
The man flicked on the headlights
As the night was beginning to set
As he rushed down the trapline
Every trap he passed was empty but something kept him going
He drove around bend after bend, curve after curve
Finally bursting out of the trees onto the Creek.
The mother ran down the hill and over the trail desperately trying to chase the sled.
But the dogs were fast and excited and eventually they disappeared
Around the many bends
The trail forked and she knew that it looped
So she ran back the way she had come
She ran to the car and turned the key
But the engine was dead
She ran to the other one and turned the key
The engine roared to life
She sped down the road and onto the bridge
The mother leapt out of the car and peered into the darkness
She called and called but no one responded
She clambered back into the car and sped away
Not knowing the boy was just around the next bend.
The boy looked behind him
Noticing for the first time the absence of the mother
He scrambled out of the sled and to his feet
Scanning the trees behind him for a sign of where the mother was
He turned away and walked to the dogs;
He pet them one by one
Indian, Deiter, Logger, Gunner,
Birdie, Pika, and Jaeger
The boy stopped at Deiter’s side and nestled into the snow next to him.
The mother ran into the house and threw off her coat
She ran out and through the snow down the hill and around the bends and to the fork
The mother took the wrong trail.
And she ran into the quiet darkness.
The man drove along the creek
Through the unbroken snow
The Creek twisted and turned through the darkness
And then he came to a slow
As he noticed the dogsled and the boy
The boy sat in the snow staring
Staring into the darkness of the trees
He heard a hum
Buzzing over the thicket of willows
Rising and fading but getting closer
The dog’s ears twitched
The boy stood up and listened
And then through the trees
A light appeared cutting through the darkness and the boy’s reverie.
The snowmachine came to a stop in front of him.
The father slid off the machine
He walked over to the son.
The father hoisted the son into his arms and brought him to the snowmachine
Together they sped into the darkness.
They pulled up to the house and the engine cut
The father brought the son inside
And he asked him where the mother was
The son pointed to the green coat on the ground and said
“She was wearing that coat.”
The father disappeared through the door
Back into the darkness
The father mounted the snowmachine again and drove it down the hill
And around the bends and over the curves
He found the mother still running
The father pulled up next to the mother and said
“I got him.”
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