The Spell Of The Yukon Comments
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
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My nephew sent me this poem he was raised in Alaska knows the state owns a gold mine their spent most of his life their I read it felt like he was talking to me his health is really bad he has said that is where he wants his ashes spread.
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8/1/2025 12:10:44 AM # 1.0.0
Once you've truly 'lived' and loved in the North and you leave, you will go back. Robert Service wrote a perfect poem about this. It is not gold, it is the spectacular nature that captures you.