One Poem by Julien Edmund Moss

An Excerpt of Portraits D'Alaska

4.
O Alaska! Call to the East with your Western territorial voice.
Without you, I should surely not know of the wild,
Though I would think that I knew it.

Call forth with bears, who scavenge destitute motor vehicles,
And your miniscule airports stacked room-atop-room,
And your town which stands nearly as small,
And your highways, byways, triways, but no freeways.

5.
Frontier Alaska, separate from the rest of America,
Call to us, and remind us of Ourselves.

{Poem by Julien Edmund Moss}