by Jesse Coghill
Poet farmer from Jordan



I've never been to Alaska,
Though I've always wanted to go
Where the mountains talk to the heavens
And the wild rivers flow.

It's the land of the moose and the musk ox.
It's the kingdom of the bear;
His subjects are the caribou,
The fox and the arctic hare.

There's gold in the hills of Alaska,
You can hold it in your hand,
But greed and lust for the yellow dust
Have ruined many a good man.

Day and night he slaves in his diggin's,
Till he's twenty feet down in a hole,
The lure of the gold has taken a hold
And he's willed the devil his soul.

I often think of Alaska
When the long day's work is done,
Where the northern lights have seen strange sights
In the land of the midnight sun.

I may never get to Alaska,
At least that's how it seems,
But I can go there any time I want
If only in my dreams.