The Cold, Icy Trek

Don Rothra By Don Rothra, 6th May 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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Prospecting in the polar region is not the most comfortable work a man can do.

The Cold, Icy Trek

He walked across the tundra.
It was fifty-two below.
His parka was encrusted
With the icy, blowing snow.

He knew a storm was rising.
His only shelter was a tent.
He carried it in his backpack,
Everywhere he went.

His trip to Nome had started
When he needed his supplies.
He'd gone and placed his order.
He'd be home when it arrived.

But now' the wind was blinding,
Whipping snow into his face.
With forty miles left to go,
He couldn't keep the pace.

He had to make some shelter,
Or he would freeze to death.
His beard was frozen solid,
From the vapor of his breath.

He took off his backpack,
And set it in the snow.
The tent must be secured to ground,
The way this wind would blow.

With tent erect and snuggled in,
His backpack stove ablaze,
He cooked a meal and coffee,
That he'd been without for days.

The howling wind blew harder,
And drifted snow around,
Until the drift was covering,
The tent staked to the ground.

When he awoke next morning,
There was no sound at all.
He unzipped the tent door.
The snow was packed against the wall.

His partner at his mining shack,
Would give him eight more days,
Before he came out looking,
That was his partner's ways.

He dug a tunnel to the top.
He threw the snow inside.
He drew his backpack with him.
The lose tent had saved his hide.

The storm was gone and with snowshoes,
He finally got back home.
He made a vow he'd use dogsled,
Next time he went to Nome.

His partner grinned and told him,
"It's time to knuckle down.
Vacation time is over,
And there's gold out in that ground."

By Don Rothra


Alaska, Cold, Treking, Yukon

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author avatar Don Rothra
I am a retired country music entertainer and published poet and song writer. I now specialize in writing limericks for publication.

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author avatar David Reinstein,LCSW
7th May 2012 (#)

There's gold in them th'ar snowdrifts, pard'ner!

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author avatar Val Mills
7th May 2012 (#)

I found this interesting. I sell old postcards and recently sold a number of early 20th century postcards from Nome, all from a collection we purchased here in NZ. Having seen those pictures, I can relate to this.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
7th May 2012 (#)

Wonderful Don, thank you:0)!

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author avatar mistyleaf
7th May 2012 (#)

Very nice poem. Thank you for sharing.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
7th May 2012 (#)

Quite an adventure - only for hardy folks. Beautiful imagery, thanks Don - siva

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author avatar Buzz
7th May 2012 (#)

Very nice poem, Don. Cheers, my friend.:-)

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author avatar Pradeep Kumar B
8th May 2012 (#)

Wonderful poem, Don.

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author avatar Tranquilpen
8th May 2012 (#)

Really remarkable poem, thank you Don.

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
19th May 2012 (#)

You have the good eyes inside to see the life. Thank you for sharing nice poem.

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