Sunday, August 15, 2010

Search for the Real




Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing,


Islands of opal float on silver seas;


Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;


Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.


Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;


Fierce cheifs in council, their wigmam the sky;


Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,


Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.

Images:


Top, Fort Hall, the casino parkinglot, just north of Pocatello, Idaho, 2010
Bottom, Gooding, Idaho, 2006

Robert Service

1st stanza of "Men of the High North"

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