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THE MUSHERS RIDE OUT part 2 alaskan dog sledding

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THE MUSHERS RIDE OUT part 2 alaskan dog sledding




               THE MUSHERS RIDE OUT  (part 2)  Arctic Dogsledding 
(continuation)

             But in the race-- the last sleds skid
             Fleet dashers kiss the road
             Excitement flows through panting limbs
             Among this glorious fold
             The mushers breathe in glories
             ‘Neath skies where grey eats blue
             The dogs’ blood touched in magic
              Heart-boldness born anew
              For racing has its winners
              The world will see one face
              but the winning of this venture--
              is survival of the race

              Foes and allies side by side
              Fate braids their wild desires
              Each step through such life threatening lands
              Seek comforts flamed by fires.
              A thousand miles will test their skill
              In cold winds dark and fierce
              A bond will form among these teams
              No pot of gold can pierce
              The old dogs teach the young
              Young mushers quickly grow
              Keep straight the gangline as they run
              Teams strain through ice and snow
              When injured dogs bleed out their lives
               Leave blots of crimson tears
               the lead dog takes the team to task
               Delays all pain and fears

               And when they see the final leg
               each team will tear in town
               where all are warmly welcomed
               and warmly bedded down.
                A noble nature rules here
               Despite life rough and cruel
               A code of honor spurs them on
              This life learned not in school.
              The widow’s lamp burns valiantly
               Awaits the last sweet team
               And when they stagger cross the line
               The sirens gaily scream--
               There is respect for hearts that blaze
               They offer brave ones rest--
                The folks that welcome first to last
                Are sparks of Nature’s Best


Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/27/12
Home: Valdez, Alaska

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