It is the land of nothing, ‘cept Godly whites.
The land of magic; the Northern Lights.
It is the land of mystery, and inspires awe.
The land in which there is no flaw.
It is the land of the Eskimo, warmed by their furs.
The land beneath which the ocean stirs.
It is the land of darkness, the light never stays long.
Accompanied, fleetingly, by the whale’s haunting song.
It is the land of pacing sentries, preparing for their war.
The land of borders and boundaries, never crossed before.
It is the land that breathes, and moves with the sea.
A giant jigsaw, the pieces of which, are allowed to roam free.
It is the land of danger, of uncertainty and fear.
The land in which nothing, but the sky, is clear.
It is the land of harshness, and few have seen.
The land free of evidence that any have been.
It is the land of stature, of custom and tradition.
The land free of cancer, a land in remission.
It is the land of knowledge, passed down through generations.
The land of stories, a mad mind’s creations.
It is the land of innocence, which time forgot.
The land of the people not affected by rot.
It is the land of icebergs, of blizzards, of snows.
It is, indeed, the land of shadows.
Beatifully written with a great flow and imigary. Obviously this is not your first rodeo, hehe! Great poem. If you are referring to Alaska however, I see a few flaws in the the flawlessness of the people 'not affected by rot' Anyway still a greatly written poem, I look forward to more of your work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dan, sounds like a winter wonderland... great style and use of frigid images. Awesome write! ! Brian