The True North Poem by Raymond Farrell

It overwhelms me
What little I've known of it
The vastness, the silent emptiness
No, not true emptiness
But rather, the lack of people
And cities, their hustle and bustle
It's just you and the wilderness
A vast expanse of forest, lakes, rivers
Then finally barrenness, miles and miles
Of treeless rugged Tundra
Who would not be lost for words?
There are no braggarts here
No ones come face to face
With the True North
Who is not humbled and cowed
Into reverent profound silence
No one can be anything short
Of overwhelmed.