The ice wind hits my face
Like a mace
And I know this must be the Iditarod Race
From Anchorage to Nome
I must do this,
Even if I don't want to return home
And past the Burled Arch
Which is covered in snow, and I know
Of the deep, frightening cold
And the Big Su, hope it doesn't overflow
And you must know of the dogs who sow
Joy into the hearts into all of these racers,
The beginners and acers
Marvel at the skill at the dogs,
Because this race would be wrong
Not to mention impossible
Without the dogs
Who can seemingly see through the thick, eerie fog
Yes, this race is for the dogs-
May you never contain them-
For it would bring a terrible rage on 'em!
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For the Dogs (An Iditarod Poem)
PoetryThis is a poem I made for a 6th grade project in ELA class at school. It's about the Iditarod race, a dog-sled race that takes place in Alaska during early March every year.
