Solstice in Alaska

You have no doubt heard of the long hours of summer light here in Alaska, culminating at the summer solstice.  Well, you ain't nothin till you lived it. 

We live it.  Sitting around in the evening, reading or some such activity.

"Hey, Jenna.  What time is it?"

"11PM."

"What??"

So, of course, I wrote a poem, while laying in bed in the light.  No song to accompany it this time.  Rather a riff on Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's famous ode, tho unrelated in subject.

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth just right out there,
No need to get it 'fore the night,
There is no dark.  Nay, all is light.

That damned Sun shines the whole day through,
He takes no rest, I'm telling you,
You wait for night, for blessed sleep,
You get more light and counting sheep.

Then six months hence, no Sun you see,
Then all is dark, no archery,
You grope around and turn on lights,
You curse the dark, you curse the night.

Ol Sol he just can't figure out,
Can't hear me moan, can't hear me shout,
"Just strike a balance, dark and light!"
"Twelve hours day, twelve hours night!"

The Sun so bright, seems stupefied.
So big, yet just so mystified,
We need a new one, that's for sure,
Elect another, smart and pure.

Not Democrat nor 'publican,
No Tea Party Lib'tarian,
Just someone smart to oversee,
Got just the guy, of course it's ME!

Click here for the original poem

Bruce