Another Bout With The Foe

“I’m sick to death of your well-groomed gods,
your make-believe and your show;
I long for the whiff of bacon and beans,
a snug shakedown in the snow;
A trail to break, and a life to stake,
and another bout with the foe.”

— Robert Service in The Heart of the Sourdough


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