THE NORTH by Nick Krause,
(class of 08)

The Northland glows in the white crystal air,
The eagle screams her ghostly song,
Piercing the wind of the North winter sky,
While the hungry lynx silently stalks
The sleeping forest of ever green pines.
The howling wolves fly down the mountain
Steeps, those high mountains
Standing tall and wizard-like amidst the
The swirling snow of dazzling white
Like preying wraiths upon their hunt trail.
The wolverine scales the mountain cliffs
Searching for any unexpected goat
To lock his fiery jaws upon.
And on the peak of the highest mountain
Stands the great Northern god,
His skin, shining silver like a sharp sword of steal,
His eyes, burning like white flames,
His hair, a swirling grey mist illuminated
As if by the brightest star.