What keeps me 'ere among the numbing cold?
A madness or a condition,
Who can truly know?
But I'd like to t'ink it's the folks and the beauty that make this tundra a home.
Oh sure the wind'll howl
Loud enough to chill your soul.
And the mountains are colder then the heart of a murder.
But that sunrise will warm your cheeks,
And the people that you'll greet will help ya to your feet.
You gotta be kind to em'
They are a hard lot,
But notten' is sweeter than the heart of Alaskan by a fireside
You see this land will learn you everything,
From humility to hunting if you'll listen right.
Sometimes she'll give you a scare,
Make the earth shake and the house quake,
But she won't chase ya away,
Cuz she would rather the strong stay,
An' keep her company next to the warm firelight.
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Invisible Ink
PoetryMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
