Alaska

By Percy Shepherd

When I grow old,
I want to live in Alaska.
A world of snow-layered roads,
forests, and mountains.
Fields of trees, tall, thin,
stretching up to the sky –
but not too high.

There are not many people
who want to live in Alaska.
They have big dreams, and
they have ambitions that stretch
from sea to shining sea.
Alaska is isolated, and it is simple,
silent, and alone
and I don’t mind that.

To me,
maybe the silent, snow-covered world
is a paradise, an escape.
Because every time I think
and I wonder where I want to go,
I see the snow-layered roads,
forests, and mountains.
Fields of trees, tall, thin,
stretching up to the sky –
but not too high.

Isn’t it beautiful?

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