THE MUSHERS RIDE OUT Dogsledding in Alaska part 1

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

                   THE MUSHERS RIDE OUT

              Air colder than the heart of death
              Surrounds the champion teams
              And crystals dance twixt every breath
              To paint this Arctic dream
              Critics who think these dogs coerced
              To run in mighty races
              Need only bask upon the sight
              Of eager canine faces                                                                                   
              Commands are sharp , mistakes are few
              The lead dog thinks for all                                             
              And like a whisper wrapped in wind
              He hears the mushers call
                                                                                           
              No whips or sticks strike dogs who lead
              It’s months and years together
              The musher and his dog who leads
              Are minds that think together
                                                                                                                        
              As mushers wait and dogs stand tall
             All eager to be gone
             The darkness lurks beyond the lights
             And in a shot they’re gone
             Well-wishers line the barren streets
             Where winds are arctic whips
             While satellites will flash the sight
             From warmth the newsmen quip—
             Fools of Tourists dressed all wrong
             will scoff at cold life dangers
             These careless tourists wander off
             At risk to rescue rangers