Yukon's Yellow Fever Poem by Royston Nella

The Yukon's where gold diggers go.
An unforgiving land of ice and snow.
A place that demands the hardest and best.
A rugged and beautiful wilderness.

Come young man and toil ‘til you're old.
Come if you dare dig my treasures of gold.
I'll take your youth and deaden your mind,
luring you my yellow treasure to find.

Dig my permafrost the long daylight hours.
Work ‘though the storm is venting its' powers.
Do not weaken, wretched man, toil the ground.
It's by sweat and blood only that gold is found.

Pan my icy streams your load of pay dirt
swilling it around though you bleed and hurt.
Each grain shall be bought by blood, guts and tears.
I'll trade a nugget for each of your years.