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bob_nestor
Nov 16, 2014Explorer III
Robert W. Service, the poet laureate of the Yukon, said it best in his poem "The Spell of the Yukon". My Dad used to quote from it when I was growing up in Alaska, and the lines that always stuck with me:
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There’s a land—?oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back—?and I will.
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There’s a land—?oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back—?and I will.
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