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    From Alaska: Sourdough Poetry and Art
    From Alaska: Sourdough Poetry and Art
    From Alaska: Sourdough Poetry and Art
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    From Alaska: Sourdough Poetry and Art

    By Extry Ronald Sarff

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    A booklet of 32 poems, themed verse, and short stories from and about living in Western and Northern America with a number of photos and articles of the same. It is a heart-felt expression without profanity about life in the twentieth century from the memory of an old man.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFideli Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateFeb 14, 2011
    ISBN9781604143249
    From Alaska: Sourdough Poetry and Art
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    Extry Ronald Sarff

    Extry Ronald Sarff was the eighth child born to Marvin and Rosemond Sarff at Browerville, Minnesota January 25, 1927. The Sarffs lived in farming poverty throughout the great depression, re-establishing on a farm in the North Idaho Panhandle in 1938. His early education was at Sandpoint, Idaho. Later he served as both a sailor and a soldier during World War II. After his service years, Extry married Lela Dodge of Mountain Home, Idaho and moved to Moscow to study agriculture at the University. Extry followed the timber felling trade all across the Pacific Northwest until 1975. After a serious logging accident, the Sarff family moved to Wrangell, Alaska and joined the commercial fishing trade. 1985 found Extry and Lela starting in the new Alaskan business of oyster farming at a remote site on Prince of Wales Island. After 10 years of unsuccessful farming, the closest community beckoned and Extry and Lela retired at Whale’s Pass. They enjoy a beautiful wilderness home with fishing, hunting, and beach-combing from their doorstep. After studying correspondence writing with Long Ridge Writers Group of West Redding, Connecticut, Extry’s rainy days are spent with various writing projects. With four daughters, eleven grandchildren, and eighteen great-grandchildren, family is the most important consideration in Extry and Lela’s life. They celebrated their golden wedding anniversary May 17, 1998. Since 1995, Extry joined the National Authors Registry and the Sunnahai Arts Council of Craig, Alaska. He is honored with two Diamond Homer Trophies, a Browning Competition Honorable Mention, and President’s Award from the National Authors Registry. Extry says, “Age creates a philosopher, reasoning is the bridges on the pathways of knowledge between intelligence and wisdom.”

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      From Alaska - Extry Ronald Sarff

      From Alaska:

      Sourdough Poetry And Art

      Written by Extry Sarff

      Arrangement by Marty Lewis

      Smashwords ebook published by Fideli Publishing Inc.

      © Copyright 2011, Extry Sarff

      No part of this eBook may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and email, without prior written permission from Fideli Publishing.

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      ISBN: 978-1-60414-324-9

      NIGHTSHADE

      by: Extry R Sarff

      I walk alone upon the sand — a dead man walking — upon the sand

      Ten million miles of cosmic trails — to the far beyond — and home again.

      Dreaming of wife and newborn child — beautiful daughter — in my hand.

      My heart still beats — my feet still run —1 cannot shade — this blistering sun.

      I see no contrails in the sky — hear no sound — and wonder why.

      I see no grass — not anything green — no living thing — can be seen.

      The cities gone — ridges and rills — mounds of ash - just grey hills.

      Nuclear war has destroyed all land — no one left — to understand.

      Verdant earth just yesterday - now grey sand - dry cracked clay.

      Upon the sand — no one talking — only me — a dead man walking,

      5th place win in 2004 Famous Poets Society convention at Reno Hilton, Reno Nevada.

      GOLDEN YEARS

      by: Extry R Sarff

      Along the sunset shore — strolling hand-in-hand — chasing long lost rainbows — our ship has come to land.

      Great beauty lies in aging eyes — when hair has turned to grey — when worry lines shaped the brow and time just slipped away.

      Our sun has set beyond the seas — of happiness and sorrows — reliving grand old, memories — rejoicing yesterday’s tomorrows.

      We glory as natures paint brush — fades the sunset’s bars — watch her gentle brush strokes — paint the heaven with stars.

      Love has bonded these old bones — cemented with happy tears — sharing those joyful moments — down through the years.

      If we should perish tomorrow — I want you to understand — if God gives choices in heaven — I’ll choose you once again.

      INTRODUCTION

      I asked Extry Sarff to allow me to write the introduction to his book because I deeply feel it is important his readers understand his natural, unopposed commitment to inclusivity. He has sought me out twice to illustrate his work. His words alone need no embellishment; each poem, each image dropping from the page into the reader’s heart and mind as steadily as the Southeast’s gentle, powerful rain. He has served us a banquet, and he has asked for companion hosts. Such sharing, beyond need, is rare and exquisitely delightful for all of us so honored. I invite you then, to this verbal and visual repast and suggest you enjoy and reenjoy the thoughts, the dreams, the history of

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