Don's Little Place
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High up in the Cimmeron
Where the jack pine meet the sky
Stands a cabin in a meadow
That money can not buy.
~
It's lease acquired with sweat and toil
And many a loyal year.
No neighbors for miles around
Just cattle, elk, deer.
~
A spot of ground
He shares with the wild and the free
His gardener is Mother Earth
She grooms each flower, rock and tree.
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A tree for Tad and Mom and Dad
Mark the corners of this plot.
Planted in quiet reverence
On this-Don's little lot.
~
No permits, no surveys
Sealed with just a shake.
Those who are invited here
Should only memories take.
~
by Ranger Bill

Longest Run

author unknown

as sung by Jimmy Simpson and the Oilfield Boys

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There's a mighty rough road

Up Canada way, it's called the longest run.

It winds it's way from Dawson Creek

to the land of the Midnight sun.

~

I've hauled everything on the Longest Run

From gasoline to beer.

~

There's no red lights

No stop signs

A few gaurd rails

And no whitelines.

~

You gotta have a mighty good truck

A whole lot of luck

To make the run on time.

(I have been looking for this music for a long time. Lyrics just per my recall.

Please respond if you know the group or the music and have info to

put me on the trail of discovery.)

Author -unknown
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You say you saw them nuggets,
They were rough, not glacier ground?
And the owner was almighty vague
About the place they were found?
*
He bought six dogs and some side packs
And a case of dynamite,
And drifted out toward the Brooks Range
Sometime late last night.
*
By Gawd, I bet he stuck it
Drilled right into the mother lode.
Come on, get your pack,
Let's hit the road.

Locked In

***

Locked in from Fall to Spring

By Winter's icy grasp

An Arctic night and a wind so chill

It seems to make you gasp.

***

But never shrinking from the cold

That can snap the strongest steel

Overcoming winter's wrath and fury

In a season that can cause oil to congeal.

***

Tis the land that tests the best

To see if you've got the grit

It tests, teases, mocks you

To see if you're worth a shit.

***

And once you pass the test

And after you make the grade

The land delivers up it's bounty

That is how you're paid.

***

Ranger Bill Harrington