Okay, I'll start; I know your minds are beginning to churn already.
Here we sit with fingers twitching
Start the race, the mind is itching!
Time to chat and post and read;
(Our not-so-secret, manic need.)
Good times, good laughs, good chats, good friends
Our “real world” temporarily ends,
Replaced with slack-jawed, sleep-starved gaze
As through the night we follow faves
Through piled-high drifts, o’er hills and floe
Wherever dogs and musher go.
We’re here until Red Lantern wanes,
With naught but passion in our veins.
Thankful we’re together here:
Iditabuddies – one more year!
We know each others jobs and names,
Our dogs, our kids, our loves and games,
We share our needs, our wants, our pains,
Our happy thoughts, our losses, gains.
We help through all the rights and wrongs
We laugh at witty rhymes and songs
We pull the circle extra tight
To help some make it through the night.
We’re here together – family:
It’s really not so strange you see;
We have a passion shared, though odd –
We live and breathe Iditarod!