Rode an ATV to tea
Fresh from meeting Sam Magee.
Grand digs and heirloom china too,
All because “we like you”?
We like you too and we might stay
But oh, the winter’s cruel they say.
So dark and cold that fissures crack,
Grit and grunt to fill them back.
La, the stories locals tell
Of artfully rebranding Hell.
Engage the neurons, thrill and train
Before the darkness drills your brain.
Wouldst thou learn a sexy skill?
Tassel twirling o’er the hill.
Weaving, pickiin’, tossing ax,
Write a memoir, make up facts.
Ice worms dancing in the road?
Sober up … or craft an ode.
Teach a bear to mush, a horse snowshoe
Let the moose do what he wants to.
Bait a friend to feat so brave
He winds up living in a cave.
Poet bare gives all he can,
Nuggets shielded by a pan.
Skidoo bombs from choppers plop
Airlifted village spirit prop.
Tis the law of club and fang
All for one or all will hang.
Thaw-digra’s for strutting stuff
The bell done knelled on hanging tough.
A bowling alley barges in…
No worries, we got it, lean in!
Love that place and the history there. Hard times, but they made it! Thanks for the post and memories!
I’m so glad you like it Linda. I loved Dawson City too. The characters there were priceless!