Arizona basks in darkness
when the Midnight Sun burns bright
She beckons us and harkens
While she holds us, Oh so tight
Alaska’s winds are changing
As the season rushes in
From the broad expanse of daylight
To the night it will begin
August is precursor
To the awful fated light
Alaska turns to Purser
And slowly pays for night
Depressing, un enchanting
The darkness as it falls
We all know it is coming
As it beckons and it calls
Suicides increase now
With reported Daylight less
Timid souls can’t sleep now
And seek escape through death
The sun, it swings it’s merry way
From north to Southern Cross
It sheds It’s light each brand new day
Our universe’s Boss
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before you become accustomed to the midnight sun? How
do the Native Americans handle it? Many questions to
this powerful write. And so well written. -gene.