The Lure Of The North Poem by Lone Dog

Oh, for a day in the rugged north
Where my heart so longs to be;
In the land of cedar, moss and ferns,
Where the moose and the bear roam free!

Oh, for the sound of a loon's lone cry,
For its haunting, plaintive plea,
On a misty marsh at the break of day,
And peace and serenity!

Oh, for the challenge of a steep portage,
And rapids waiting to be run,
And miles to make on a river's flow
Before the day is done!

Oh, for a tent on a rocky ledge,
Jutting out from pine-edged shore,
And a crackling fire as the dark of night
Descends on the forest floor!

Oh, for the sight of a billion stars
More clear than you ever did see!
Oh, the northern land! The land I love!
How it beckons and beckons to me!