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OneLongDay (Free verse) by Iain
A tribute to Robert Service
Written on an Arcitc trip
Along came the call from Marsha and Sylvain
A trip to the Arctic guaranteed not much pain;
With JF and locals planning began
It took them a while, seventeen and three vans;
The coolers were loaded the vans were all packed
Off they set on a journey nothing Anthony lacked;
They drove for the day even stopped for a bun
Heather wondered inside could this be more fun;
They traveled to Carmacks a treat to be hold
Pictured their leader almost 10 years old;
On to Dawson they went two nights on the piss
It was a great time one not to be missed;
They wandered the town gambled and spent
Terry wondered aloud âWhere is my tent?â
Drinking all done enough had been said
Time to mooove Alex, more adventures ahead;
With that thought in mind Mayoâs Tara in toe
The Dempster was found could it bring them much woe;
They looked at the road feared it to travel
But Julien drove like he knew the fine gravel;
Stopped on the way at a river Blackstone
Sheila caught her first fish, a single, alone;
Lost some luggage en route a therma-rest too
The bugs were so bad all the rumours were true;
Reliably Kevin took photos of views
Whilst some of us gazed or took a snooze;
Camped for the night at the great Eagle Plain
The bugs at this place, aggressive, not sane;
Drove in the mud crossed rivers through fog
Hit Jak Park at night completely agog;
Come morning was time to leave Inuvik
By Twin Otter plane, think weâre gonna be sick;
Arriving in Tuk out on the point
So bloody cold anyone got a joint?
Brave stayed up all night warm by the fire
Others slept in their bags with lots of perspire;
In the morning they rose froze to the bone
Felt the charm of the North, cold sets the tone;
Dips in the ocean warm from the river
Back to the plane time to leave with a shiver;
In the vans once again Kealy immersed
With the French in the front she will be well versed;
Camped for the night at a place called Rock River
Billy proved to the group he needs a new liver;
Drove like a light with a moose on the way
Stopped for a hike took most of the day;
Fishermen fished not much of a plan
Caught fifteen grayling Hans felt like a man;
Back in Dawson they ate hungriest yet
Erik fried up the fish had it all set;
Time to go out last night in the city
Louis leading the way this wouldnât be pretty;
Sour toe in a whiskey can you take a pass
Oh no you canât or weâll kick your ass!
Strolled back to camp some went by bike
Other campers upset we think they donât like;
On the way back to Whitehorse had sandwich of cheese
Two blocks in a week not enough for some - please;
Now tired and worn lots of beer in the belly
All wondering aloud how we got to be smelly;
Now itâs all over ask yourself how you feel...
Well one thoughtâs for sure Marsha Cameronâs unreal!
(An original work by Iain - July 2006)
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Posted: April 6, 2007 4:29 PM PDT; Last modified: April 6, 2007 4:29 PM PDT
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