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Gods Country ( Canada )

Gods Country
As the brisk winds blow across the frozen tundra
The Eskimo’s crack their whips
As they mush their dog teams on
Fighting the wind’s and the bitter cold
In this land they call there own
In the distance they will hear the Barron wolves howl
As they follow a caribou herd
They will travel for miles in search of food
For their hunger it drives them on
The caribou herd is now on the run
And the pounding of their hoofs can be heard
The hunter’s they wait for once their in sight
They know that a kill will be made
As a silver fox races over the hard packed snow
In pursuit of a artic hare
All hearts now pounding
The hunter and the hunted alike
For all must survive in their own unique way
In this vast and desolate land
As the polar bear watches with his icy stares
He can make you’re blood run cold
For he roams this land of ice and snow
And fears not even man
As the cold winds blow the sifting snow
The night become deadly cold
And the sounds in the night
Will send chills to the depth of your soul
Yet to see the sight of the northern lights
As they rip the heavens wide
Or the star filled skies on a moonlight night
Or the glitter on the fresh fallen snow
It’s the place to see its God’s country
In the land of the midnight sun

Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 4:00 PM CST