The Last Sled

"There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting, it's luring me on as of old!
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as much as just finding the gold!
It's great, big, broad land 'way up yonder!
It's the forests where silence has lease!
It's the beauty that fills me with wonder!
It's the stillness that fills me peace!"
- Robert w. Service

The great broad land 'way up yonder
Haunting him as of old
Yet, it ain't the gold itself, so much as finding the gold

Farewell, white agony creek
Farewell, the three long years
Can't leave behind what's in this sled

Things we lost
The things we couldn't share
Another rainbows's end
Another memory
Fortuna, favet, fortibus!
Hold on to all that's dear to you
As the last sled to dawson finally arrives

The stillnes that fills him with peace
The beauty of the wild
Rainbow's end with golden dreams
Starlit sky and coffee & beans

Farewell, white agony creek
Farewell, the three spring thaws
One day I will return to you