Once upon a coastline dreary, while I wandered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious
Volume of forgotten lore-
While I wandered, water lapping, suddenly there came a yapping, as of Poppy lightly grappling, grappling with a stick on shore

She wears the mask that grins and lies, it hides her cheeks, and shades her eyes,-
This debt she pays to make honey; this bad-ass little bumblebee

O Sisko! My Sisko! Our hiking trip is done; stop barking at the marmots, in their burrows they have won

Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou pulls more strongly than the wind blows...

There was a little trail in a pretty little dale. I took my bike to explore it. Where it was good it was very, very good, but where it was bad it was horrid.

Yukon trails have secret tales that will make your blood run cold. The northern lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see was that night on the marge of Lac Lebarge when Sisko ran at me.

Alpine adventures in 2012 with 14 year old Sisko.