Iditarod

By Spock   

Iditarod

I live to run the Serum Race
A race from Anchorage to Nome.
The dogs and I we train all train year
In March we leave our home.

Some years when snow eludes us
Fairbanks has our backs.
This is where we start the race
Mother Nature’s moved the track.

The sponsors keep the race alive
Without them, there’d be no race.
The volunteers they work so hard
One step ahead of the pace.

The dogs, they have one mission
They will pull the sled to Nome.
One thousand miles they’ll have to run
To bring their musher home.

The mushers they’re a different breed
They live to run with dogs
Sometimes they choose to run all night
Immune to miles they log.

The terrain it can be frightening
The weather rarely clear
The fearless teams will not give up
It’s why they trained all year.

The checkpoints provide safety
For the mushers and the teams.
A chance to rest and have a meal
Frequent stops within a dream.

The final stretch will test teams
The burled arch is just ahead.
The pace picks up in the final miles
The red lantern is being fed.

Only those who’ve been the first to Nome
Who’ve dreamed of it since birth.
Can tell us how it feels to win
The greatest race on earth.

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