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Some Day

Spell of the Yukon

“There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,

And the rivers all run God knows where;

There are lives that are erring and aimless,

And Deaths that just hang by a hair;

There are hardships that nobody reckons;

There are valleys unpeopled and still;

There’s a land – oh, it beckons and beckons,

And I want to go back – and I will.

–Robert Service

Moose in Muskeg
Moose, in the Forty-Mile of Alaska

0 thoughts on “Some Day

  1. I have come to grips with knowing I will never go back to stay (something about cold-triggered asthma, and 70 below…) but I want to visit. There are some people I want Sanford to meet, and sights I need to see again.

  2. Robert W Service also gets into the blood. 🙂 Though I was rambling over the wilds of northern Michigan, there was an echo of Alaska there. Our glaciers are underground, but they still bleed to make rivers. Service was one of the few poets who graced my grandmother’s library. (Well, him and Burns.) It is not that she distrusted poetry itself, but there were few poets she trusted.

    I memorized “The Cremation of Sam McGee” when I was 8, then performed it for my High School. No I didn’t have to practice much. 🙂 Even for a bunch of jaded inner city kids, Service caught an echo in their souls. I was popular for five whole minutes. And I was actually okay with it. Service rocks. 🙂

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