BEAUTIFUL BARREN (ODE TO THE ARCTIC AND ALASKA)
In a barren land forgotten,
In a place where no one goes,
Far from sunlit fields of cotton,
Is a land only God knows.
Land of midnight sun it's called,
Where pregnant moon hangs overhead
No summer, spring nor even fall;
Like no place else on earth `tis said.
Some praise leaves in autumn's splendor,
While others raise a toast to spring.
But the barren beauty this land renders
Is the most impressive sight e'er seen.
In this barren land forgotten,
In this place where nothing grows,
Lies this concept, misbegotten,
Under gently drifting floes.
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