An Inuit's Longing For Home

Oh that I could speak with the Northern Lights, And commune with the Spirits therein. Or dance to the tunes of the Arctic wastes, Return to a life - sanguine. Oh that I might commune with Wolf and Bear, And hear of the tales they could tell! To share their life in the cold barren North Which Southerners think of as Hell! Oh to swim neath the ice of the Arctic seas, And fish with the leopard seal: To cavort with Orca the Killer Whale, On a hunt for his daily meal! Oh that I could bask in the Midnight Sun, With a Walrus taking its ease: Or soar with an Eagle through ice blue skies, On a flight to wherever it please! Oh that I could run with the Caribou, Or watch the Musk Oxen grazing. That stoically stand with backs to the storm, And show patience most amazing! Oh that I could play with Sea Otter pups, Or feast on the flesh of a clam. Or watch a litter of Arctic Fox cubs, Play close by their vigilant dam. Oh that I could see flocks of Geese and Ducks That feed on the lush Arctic grass. Or to quench my thirst from waters cold, That flow from an icy crevasse! Oh that I could return to that pristine land, Which my anguished heart calls home To the land where I was born and raised, That calls to wherever I roam! Oh ‘tis true, my travels of far and wide Have shown me worldly delights, But the Arctic is where I’d rather be, Under the glow of the Northern Lights! Rhymer.