Alaskan Gold

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Alaska Gold

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Past peaks of snow does water flow,

While pushing pale cold thrusts of ice.

Rocks tumble slow that carry gold

In beds as rich as dreams entice,

Then gold fever strikes.

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In hearts of men the Northland calls

With echoed promises of wealth,

Past waterfalls and slippery walls,

Disputes many their hardy health,

When Gold fever strikes.

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Alaskan nights are bitter cold

It only sanctifies the bold

With yearning for the Yukon gold

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For they’ve been struck by Lady Luck

And hearken to her heavy draw,

With strong desire to find a buck,

In wilderness they scrape and claw,

When Gold fever strikes.

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Klondike is a gold blessed river

Where hundreds go to claim their stake.

Pans and sleuths they’ll shake and shiver,

With dreams of all the gold they’ll take,

When Gold fever strikes

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Alaskan nights are bitter cold,

It only sanctifies the bold,

With yearning for the Yukon gold.

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If they pass through the Chilkoot Trail,

And make it to the cherished goal.

The fates decide who wins or fail

In layers deep within the hole,

When Gold fever strikes.

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It matters not how hard they try

Their plight depends on claim and choice

Many will try and many die

Sad tune that sings gold fever’s voice,

When Gold fever strikes

.
Alaskan nights are bitter cold

It only sanctifies the bold

With yearning for the Yukon gold

.
Past peaks of snow does water flow,

While pushing pale cold thrusts of ice.

Rocks tumble slow that carry gold

In beds as rich as dreams entice,

Then Gold fever strikes.

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Author Notes

In 1896 Gold was discovered in Alaska that set off an amazing gold rush where it is estimated that 100,000 prospectors migrated there to strike it rich, but, of those who set out, between 30,000 and 40,000 made it there. Many turned around, many died on the way. A few struck it rich, but the majority went in vain. 


There is no formal name to this poem’s format. It just came out of me that way, for better or for worse. It has a repeating refrain attached to abab rhymed quatrains, with an interjected 3 line tercet. Syllable count is 8. Most, but not all, stanzas are Iambic.


The picture is from Yahoo Images.

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