Upon the Arctic Swell

Upon the Arctic Swell

A Poem by Dave Brown

Up upon the Arctic swell

Where polar bears don’t wish you well

Where igloos are formed of ice

And living there demands a price


A tyke on a kayak fishing trip

When rough waters made him slip

Then hit a wave, fell overboard

While his family onward oared 


Too late that they saw him gone

But luck brought a seal along

That carried him to a far shore

There left alone, this child of four


Cold and crying on his back

Was found there by a wild wolf pack

To their den in the great unknown

To raise him as their very own


He learned to fish and to hunt

While just a scrawny runt

Soon ran freely with the pack

Hunting game he’d learned to track


He fought the grizzly bear and won

Tamed the foxes, every one

On bare feet as tough as shoes

Caught the Cariboo in twos


In his self-made beaver coat

He out-climbed the mountain goat

And was as mean as any wolverine

That the Arctic had ever seen


His hunting skills became legend

To lead the pack, he was destined

When on the day the alpha male

Became too old and too frail


And it came that fateful day

With that great beast down to stay

And the boy raised in the wild

Fulfilled his role as nature’s child


The stories told round campfire haunts

Told tall tales of the wolf-man’s jaunts

Of where in weather of sixty below

He hunted through the arctic snow


The pack he led did rarely appear

Scarcely glimpsed by mountaineer

Till one day a sweet child was lost

In the Arctic chill and frost


She had wandered lost, to mountainside

The wolfpack heard, as she cried

Then he took her in his mighty arms

Carrying her softly toward lowland farms


The legend tells of his great size

And of the gentle in his eyes

And of the small child in his arm

That he had returned safe and warm


When they returned to their tract

The legend continued of the wolfman’s pack

And to all those living there around

The wolfpack’s land was hallowed ground



© 2019 Dave Brown

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Sounds like a Canadian version of Kipling's "Jungle Book." The wolfman's name didn't happen to be Mowgli,did it?

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