Never met a road didn't know,
told though the path can't be traveled twice
cause of time and such,
more permanent marks than footsteps
the tear stains are never gone.
Never been to a land didn't feel like home,
nor a place that ever did.
When I crossed your boundary
recalled a territory I once knew
laughed out loud with you. 
Present yourself snow white mare
mane and patch of black fir
You and your Northern light
pro'ly won't need take this trail again
But this Night,
I love only you. 
Oh Yukon

 

  December Ending 2001