Mighty Paul

I wrote this poem as part of a comic I drew where my characters went on an epic quest for the "Lost Lands" of Minnesota where the Minnesota Gods, including the legendary Paul Bunyan, live.  The first image below is the page preceeding the poem, to help set the poem into context.




















































In ancient days there was a time
When mountains were observed to climb
Beyond the point where birds could fly
Into the Minnesota sky.

The weight of this mountain terrain
Made Earth to groan beneath the strain
And so rose up the Devas' call:
"Your mother needs you mighty Paul!"

So to Minnesota went
The axe-wielding titanic gent
Whose double blades could make to fall
The greatest mountains, short or tall.

The earth's Devas were heard to sing
With every single labrys swing
Which levelled mountains, peaks and all
For mighty Babe the Blue to haul
Dispersing well the cause of pain
So Mother Earth could breathe again.

Where mountains' weight had left a dent
The flow of glacial waters went
To ease the sores of Mother's skin
So healing there could well begin.

And where the ox's litter passed,
Filled up with boulders Paul had cast,
Back and forth the earth was smoothed,
Thus by massage her aches were soothed

And there the prairie grasses grew
By hand of garden Devas who,
To form against the sun a shield,
Plant vast arrays of flowered field.

And so healing was brought to all
By Earth's guardian, mighty Paul
Whose deeds were nothing short of grand
And shaped the Minnesota land.