“The Summer No Sweeter Was Ever”

Robert Service’s poem, “Spell Of The Yukon”, has a beautiful description of the summer in Alaska. He was actually in the Yukon when he wrote it, but the words are perfect for Alaska too.

I felt a little of what he felt today when I went to look at a property overlooking Rainbow Lake in Willow. There was almost no undergrowth save for a carpet of dwarf dogwood and an occasional fern or devils club. The trees were mostly mature birch with some young spruce mixed in.

I had to just take a few photos. These were all taken from exactly the same spot as I turned in three directions.

Here is the summer part of “Spell of the Yukon” by Robert Service.

The summer—no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness—
O God! how I’m stuck on it all.

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