The Spell of the Yukon - by
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
/ I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
/ Was it famine…
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
/ I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
/ Was it famine…
Gutting yellow perch at the sink,
/ her smile came from another age.
/ She had enough soul
/ for me, for fish, for a lineage
/ of…
had brindled garter snakes
/ freight train steam
/ dimes flattened on railway tracks
/ a rusting 1936 Studebaker Sedan for a playground
/ three dappled Indian ponies…
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