Submitted by Kylie Campbell
I’m not much of a poet, but here’s something I wrote while on the trail, with a picture at the Chilkoot Pass summit, looking down towards Dyea.
Standing atop the Golden steps,
The scales far below my feet,
The Chilkoot Pass.
I’ve arrived. I’ve survived.
The breeze sweeps coolly through the hazy, warm sky.
Afternoon summer solstice; the sun barely reaches its peak.
Tales of Jack London swirl through my thoughts.
The call of the Klondike,
A new challenge. A new life.
Adjusting my pack, my life, I breathe in and out.
I continue my path home to the Yukon.
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