We've all been cold, but have we cut our toes
Right off our feet 'gainst gangrene, started when
They froze in winter seawater, then snows
That buried us for days? I haven't been
Quite there. Nor have I been a hero, passed
Around a nation like a living prize
That everyone's decided is their last
Best hope for freedom. Jesus, though, those eyes.
Throughout Jan Baalstrud's journey as portrayed
By Thomas Gullestad, now clear, now red
Like nothing should be red, from snow glare, stayed
With me for hours. There are sights to dread,
But also thrills to have, as when, at speed
A reindeer drags him racing in his need!
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