The Arctic

Stark Arctic vacant for centuries habitat white fur bears epoch prom's on ice sheets breeze cubs in search for mama's barrack concurring ice surrenders whistle remark the scent of sea lions nurture's th' cubs haunting an angel in freezing water bathing, stuns cleans thou fur splash'd blood mud's with a long wooden ice pick stick Eskimo Indians with leather studs an a husky right beside slick Eyes wide fur fluff an irresistible speed chilled they stay like family like bear Different worlds apply suitability passionate to live in thou world leave mine an find solidity among masters of ice pearl'd like dolphin's feel in th' wide ocean free spirits eccentric in this world visual glitters under water at dawn an sleep by morning sunlight furl having such power an strength thou art can't by any means measure th' Arctic distance in length memorizing thou atmosphere's odour never enough for my passion to feather my moral says i have to live there an you'll probably wish me good luck