by grizzman » Mon Mar 16, 2009 12:11 pm
good day everyone...things on the trail are shapeing up, and ive penned a poem i know is a little pre mature, but in my heart this is how i feel, so im going to post it and hope maybe you will like it.grizzman. THREE TIMES A CHARM
Iditarod fire runs through this family of men, the Mackey’s have done it again and again, father, brother, and lance caught it too, now he’s got three under his shoe, his team runs with speed no one can match, its the Iditarod fire they're running to catch. The man who won when life had him down, he turned on the fire, running hit the ground. Iditarod fire was in his blood and he would show us what he was made of.
It was number 13 that he wore that day, when he won the race his family had paved the way, when he had the one, the first of his three, his dad was there under the burled tree.
He ran number two with a team of his friends, many musher’s chased him to the end, one played his music as sort of a taunt, but he just couldn’t catch the lance mans jaunt, and under the burl he stood once again the Mackey’s had done it ,but it wasn’t the end.
So as they say three is the charm, there were many mushers’ put on alarm. The race was flooded with tons of snow. And everyone thought that maybe lance would go slow. But Iditarod fire had ignited his team, and he would soon be living his dream.
The burled arch stands as it greets them all, but it’s Lance again who is standing tall, three times a charm has brought him home, a hero again stands in Nome. And this years thought was not to get stuck, but what will be the color of my truck.
Bob putman
March 16, 2009
bob putman..A.K.A. GRIZZMAN