A TRACKLESS stretch of icy snow, And a tube marked "Fifty-nine below"— The Arctic blackness closing down On an isolated, smitten town, While the Polar winter's chilling breath Brings moaning agony and death— On the frozen sea grim spectres ride— No hope, no help, from the world outside! The Arctic noon-light, brief and wan, And a wolfish dog-team, plodding on— The malamutes hold steady pace, While their great black leader strains the trace— Half-frozen, stunned from head to heel, The driver's senses fade and reel— He falls upon his precious load, But the great black leader holds the road! A nearby call in the murky dark— The sound of on eager, wolf-like bark— They have topped the hills and are plodding down With life for the stricken, dying town! A senseless man on a battered sled, With a huge black dog at the traces' head! Out of the North and Arctic fog Comes the grateful cry: "YOU CAN TRUST A DOG!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY SONNET: 20. A FAREWELL by PHILIP SIDNEY UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 6. THE SPAEWIFE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 40. FAREWELL TO JULIET (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE OLD THIRTEEN by CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS EPIGRAM ON ONE BORN BLIND, AND SO DEAD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |