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GREAT IDITAROD TRAIL SLED DOG RACE
©Gary Bowman Way up north, Where cold winds blow, Freezing temps, ice and snow A land Man and Dog embrace From Alaska Range to Bering Sea, To mushers, it means just one thing The Great Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race Blizzard whiteouts, sleet and blowing snow Thirty, forty, fifty below And colder when those howling winds blow You might think it’s kind of odd, Mushing the Iditarod Watch out for that wayward moose, Now the dogs are on the loose! This team won’t give up the chase Danger lurks around the bend, Ice is looking kinda thin The Great Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race Man and Dog, Mushing through the night Alaskan moon is shining bright Breaking trail by moonlight To go where few have bravely trod, On the trail of the Iditarod Huskies, hounds and malamutes, Avalanche and icy chutes Keep a sure and steady pace Doesn’t matter, lose or win, This team is driving to the end The Great Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race A thousand miles from Anchorage to Nome This noble team is in the zone This rugged trail is their home It’s in our heart, It’s in our blood That’s the Spirit of the Iditarod That’s the Spirit of the Iditarod |
