"I'll see you in September,"
I said so long ago.
As I left to find adventure
In the land of ice and snow.
For Alaska was a-calling me
Softly, sweet and low.
I couldn't quite explain it
It was just something that I know.
I forged ahead with head held high
And hopes were soaring so.
I'd packed my bags with all my things
And had them all in tow.
My first job was the slime line
And little did I guess
That doing this and cleaning fish
Was the worst kind of a jest.
So off I went to other tasks,
Each better than the last
And made my way, though slowly,
While learning from the past.
Months went by and then years, too,
(September came and went).
Letters to those I left behind
Were regularly sent.
And yet I couldn't go back "home"
and (finally) never would.
My heart belonged to another --
For Alaska was in my blood.
And the longer that I live here
The less I want to roam.
For luckily I've found it,
A place that's REALLY home!
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