Denali


Splendor of Alaska's north,
From sky to tundra'd valley,
Highest mount from base to crown,
The Ancients called Denali,
Slopes that hold the forests fast,
Their carpets green and gray,
Dwell caribou and grizzly,
Moose and birds of prey,
Shrieking white-crowned eagles,
That soar through mountain mist,
Through spires and escarpments,
Only Deity has kissed,
Two lofty peaks above the clouds,
Five glaciers in its deep,
Snow chutes and crags on every turn,
And all approaches steep,
There blow the coldest winds on earth,
This master of the weather,
Torrents of ice, the strongest storms,
Snowflakes like a feather,
Its majesty brings to the heart,
What mankind's always known,
Creation's just beneath our feet,
Denali is her throne.

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