Sasquatch Poet 
Richard Rensberry,
Bigfoot poem, 
Spear Fisherman

  Spear Fisherman


Spring fed McKinley

holds rainbows and browns*

in a bosom of silence

broken only by loons.


Big trout slurp

the surface near shore

where Bigfoot stands

dead still as a stork….



             Richard Rensberry  08/11/19

             Author of Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter and Book 2 Cross Over

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*rainbows and browns-  two species of trout   

Sasquatch spearfishing illustration for Poem from The Bigfoot Parchments by Richard Rensberry

Sasquatch Poet
Richard Rensberry,
Bigfoot poem,
The Bee Keeper

   Bee Keeper

From flowers to bees

laden with pollen,

the woodlands are blessed

with hollow tree nests

and underground combs

of lip licking best

honey.  Honey

is currency

in the Bigfoot bank.

Honey buys passion

and honey buys thanks.

Honey gives Bigfoot

bee keepers rank.

From the wildest blossoms

of pink and red rose,

to the bumble of bees

and the caw of the crows,

the forest is Bigfoot

bee keeper’s gold.  

Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry

Author of the Bigfoot Parchments

available on Amazon:  The Bigfoot Parchments

Cover to the Sasquatch book The Bigfoot Parchments by Michigan author Richard Rensberry.

The Portal

There’s an anomaly

where the compass fails

in the old woods

near Big Creek.  North ain’t north

and south ain’t south.  East and west

get flipped on their heads.

I, who never gets lost

got lost here…. where the water runs 

backwards, then repeats itself

over and over

like a line in a song.

It’s where the hairs

on your neck get tickled….

where your mouth grows dry

and you hold your breath.

It is the longitude

and latitude of Bigfoot—

my Sasquatch friend.  

               Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry 3/12/20

               Author of Conversations With Sasquatch 

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Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry Presents Bigfoot Poem
The Awakening

The Awakening

The journey

from the beginning

was to begin

our sacred role as caretakers

of life in the forests, of rivers that cleanse

and the seeds that feed us.

It is our duty to imbue

life not death…. to grant sentience 

to stone and bird alike.  Yes, it is Sasquatch duty

to respect and give space

even to the weasel and snake.  But most of all

it is our burden to wake 

the human race. 


Title poem for Book 3 in The Conversations With Sasquatch Series of Sasquatch novels, The Awakening 

by Sasquatch Poet Richard Rensberry.


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