The Runners Sing Poem by Ernestine Northover

The sledge sped across the hardening snow,
huskies in unison, strongly speeding
Bitter cold swirling winds, spitefully blow,
but no living thing gives any heeding.

Pounding along, sharp claws gripping the trail,
with tremendous fleetness they travel fast.
Like a freight train zooming off down the rail,
each fighting the freezing blizzard's full blast.

How powerful these dogs, what a stunning feat,
to haul a toboggan over such land.
With coats of thick fur that keep out harsh sleet,
ordered to fly at a humans command.

The runners sing as they kiss the smooth ice,
gliding so free, sending up stinging sprays.
Hurtling ever onwards, gone in a trice,
a sight astounding on bleak Winter days.


© Ernestine Northover