Choices
We start from scratch and ply our trade
And for me it was adventure
A childhood dream my journey made
A series of harrowing ventures
We sit around a campfire now
As I relate these tales
Of Bears and Moose and Buffalo
Or white Beluga Whales
The grand majestic peak I’ve seen
From my Cook Inlet beach
The haze of distance, slightly green
Just beyond my reach
McKinley rears its snowy head
It looks so real and neat
The trees below, gray as lead
Twenty thousand three hundred and twenty feet
I chose to live Alaskan
Those many years ago
Discarding dreams of other lands
For ice and sleet and snow
My choices have rewarded me
Of this I truly say
I can’t replace the memory
Of each and every day
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Oh, to live Alaskan: in boiling hot Texas, Alaska seems more and more like home! LOL But then there's winter - but then there's scenery. Wildlife. Northern Lights. COOLNESS ... a wonderful write, very well done. One day, hope to make the same choice as you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. (USAF, '83-'85 - thank you for your service)